When Jiang E came out of Yang Zian's house, Xiaobao was still shouting for cake.

There was a complex look on Jiang E's face, "Xiaobao, you are three years old, but you haven't eaten cake in three years. How do you know that cake is delicious? They have refused to be nice to you for three years. Now, It’s just acting.”

An Wen felt sour in his heart.

Jiang Wei smiled gratefully at An Wei, "An Wei, thank you and your wife for your help. Otherwise, how could Yang ...