Hang up the phone, push the cart and line up to check out.
Fu Ziqi turned around and asked, "Uncle, are you and my uncle good friends?"
"Ah, that's right." Ethan Cen touched his smooth little face, "Does Ziqi have any good friends?"
good friend?
Fu Ziqi thought of the boy who taught him how to play with sand that day. He hesitated and said, "Ziqi should have good friends, but the way my uncle and uncle were talking on the phone just now looked like my mommy and dad were on the phone."
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