When you like someone, you call him little baby; when you don't like him, you call him his age...
Snort! This big pig's trotter! Seeing that her son had been wronged, Lilly walked quickly to Tom's side, looked up at Messi with displeasure, and said:
"Messi, what are you doing?"
"He is a boy, let him learn to be independent early." Messi took it for granted. Lilly wanted to slap him very much at this moment. Let a three-year-old be independent? Why didn't he go to heaven? She gave him a hard look, and when she received Messi's innocent eyes, she gritted her teeth resentfully.
The door of the elevator opened, Lilly walked in with the kid in his arms, and Messi followed in. "What are you doing here?" She glanced at him with a cold face, hugged Tom's strength, and subconsciously gained a l
