Lin Shuangshuang also split a fork.

Luo Chen frowned.

"Don't play it, let's put it."

"Okay, dad." Prince Edward was reluctant.

He has no such means. After all, this belongs to the left side of the door, and he can't learn it himself.

Otherwise, I am afraid that it will really hurt many people.

But the Prince remembered the news from Ye Shuangshuang.

"Uncle Biao, you borrowed me with a nose scarf." The prince said, and had already stretched out his hand.

Hong Biao reluctantly took out a scarf.

"Washed it!" Hong Biao explained.

But no one cares about him. The prince wraps the scarf on the grassman, and then it is like a piece of clothing on the grass.

Then the prince was torn fiercely.

This tear is terrible!
Chapter completed!