Li Wenlan's face immediately turned red to the tips of her ears: "Xiao, Xiao Tian, my mother's shoulders are a bit sore. Uncle Xiao Li is massaging my mother ... Have you finished your homework? If you've done it properly, you'll have to clean up the table."
Little Tian replied and turned around to run back. He was only three years old, so he should not have thought about the reason why his shoulder sore was pressed to the chest.
"Hurry up and let go." At this time, Lu Chen had already taken back one hand to wipe the foam on his face. As for the other paw, it was still in its original position. Li Wenlan was afraid that Xiao Tian would come again, so he would not let it stop there.
But before she said anything, Young Master Lyu took the initiative to say, "Sister Lan, how do you lie to
