The Bai family's old residence, Nan Yuan Soccer Field.
The Milky Dumpling sat on a chair and suddenly sneezed loudly.
"Achoo!"
Bai Mingxu kicked the soccer ball formed by the yellow weasel into the distant goal and then turned around to run towards the Milky Dumpling.
"Zaizai, are you feeling unwell?"
The Milky Dumpling rubbed its nose and shook its head. Its small, chubby nose looked particularly cute and adorable.
It looked at the yellow weasel brand soccer ball in the goal, clapping its little hands excitedly.
"Mingxu is amazing, another goal!"
Yellow weasel, who was about to have a mental breakdown from exhaustion and frustration, thought, "..."
It was indeed a powerful demon, a spirit, not a ball!
Please, treat a spirit like a person!
The Milky Dumpling completely ignored it. After all, who would pay attention to an inanimate toy? It wasn't the time to play!
The Milky Dumpling picked up a nearby cup and happily handed it to Bai Mingxu.