"Mo Yi, don't poke me in the stomach. If you poke me in the stomach again, I'll scratch your face." Huang Dawang glared at the man in front of him fiercely. He lowered his head and lay down on the man's lap again. This beast is so evil. Why are the baby and I so miserable? I saved him by blinding the cat's eyes. Thinking of this, tears couldn't help flowing down, and the little meat claws wiped the tears humanely, pitifully. The man saw his little Guaguai crying, which frightened his courage, so he quickly coaxed her. He had been very sore these days. Ever since Guaguai had a baby, he had ignored him. His eyes were full of rotten babies, and he wouldn't let him touch them. He just wanted to poke her belly gently to attract her attention, but he didn't expect to stir up a hornet's nest. ⊙⊙∥His life is miserable, and Leopard's life is difficult. . . . . .