What a Tragic Little Child!

Feng Chen also understood and instantly laughed.

He was extremely excited.

Although he couldn't move his body, he still had a mouth!

"I'm not playing anymore. Let's not play Wooden Figures anymore! Sweetcake, show them the power of your Little Milk Fist!"

"Let me tell you, not only does that pervert want to snatch your father, but he also wants to give your mother away! When the time comes, you won't have a father or mother. What a tragic little child!"

Yun Ran was speechless,

Feng Chen wanted to arouse her little packrat's fighting spirit. Yun Ran could understand that, but did he have to be so agitated and spout nonsense?

Mo Beiyuan also glanced at Feng Chen with a cold gaze. "Feng Chen! Shut up!"

What do he mean by snatching him?

Even if Feng Chen did not feel disgusted saying this, Mo Beiyuan felt disgusted and nauseous.