Luo Lan looked down, feeling pity.

“What’s wrong with you three little children? You’ve soiled dad’s clothes, and this cup of nutritious tea is wasted!”

Wuyou and Nianci looked at Mi Ke’er with a little discomfort.

“Then you’re going to have another one. We didn’t mean it.”

Nianci pouted her lips with a stubborn face.

Luo Lan stared at Nianci while holding a tissue to wipe Ye Sichen’s ...