But before Alana could speak, Yuan Bao had already slid down the high chair and sprinted to the living room to carry the small schoolbag.
Hearing a crash, he poured everything inside to the floor.
“All the treasures of Yuanbao will be paid to the elder mother, and the elder mother will not be allowed to raise the Yuanbao for nothing.”
The little sheep dumpling raised his white face, his crying eyes were red, and he kept sucking his nose.
Scattered on the ground are hand-made models, jade beads, a thick stack of New Year’s Eve red envelopes and a small mobile phone.
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