"At the age of a month,Xiao Tao has never loved to eat these things. Ju,take this pot of soup back." The smelly man frowned and took the soup bowl in my hand and put it aside.
"Ancestor,this is——" Although she couldn' t hold on for a long time,she didn' t dare to reject it because it was the stinky man who had personally spoken. She could only look at us in a condescending manner,her eyes filled wi,tears.
"Are you really ju,a soup? It's no big deal whether you drink it or not." I have a problem wi,this person. I hate to see a woman being wronged the mo,in my life. Even if she is someone I hate,she is no exception. Besides,I have no malice towards my age. I was ju,about to take the soup bowl when I heard a smelly man speak in my mind the stinky man speak in my mind." The age of the mon,is
