Ling Tianyi carried Taotao, who was talking on the phone to get off the car. “Son, it’s time to hang up. What’s more, it’s impolite for you to keep talking on the phone when you see your grandparents.”

Taotao was sensible. He said good-bye to Xiaoxiao, and then he hung up.

“Where is my rolling pin?” Taotao found that the weapon in his hands disappeared.

“It’s in the car. Why do you want such a poor rolling pin? There are a lot of ...