The little crow eagerly looked forward.
Who would have thought.
The next second.
Zuzi said seriously, "He didn't have breakfast today and was so hungry that his hands were shaking, he even threw his coat away, it's so funny."
The little crow almost blacked out and fell to the ground.
Oh ancestor, the boy wasn't hungry, he was hot and eager to close the door and kiss you!
Well, he was quite hungry too…
Helplessly watching little ancestor being completely clueless about the situation, even if the man's kiss was earth-shattering, it left no mark in her heart, the little crow couldn't help but silently mourn for the tool man Bao Gucheng for three seconds.
Then it saw Zuzi seriously flipping through a book.
It was a book of selected poems borrowed from the library, quite helpful for scoring in the classical poetry part of the college entrance exam.
Zuzi had been enjoying it recently.
Reading aloud with interest as she looked:
