Rushing out of the hall, he shook Wu Sheng, "Wu Sheng, how many bowls of rice can you eat? My little sister can eat three and a half bowls, hahaha....."
He dashed to the courtyard wall, "Qian Chen, my little sister is still fine, she can eat three and a half bowls of rice in one meal, can you, hahaha....."
After making a round, he rushed back, realizing he had already told them all, with only one person left to tell.
He couldn't help but gaze at Lian Bingcheng with fervent eyes.
At this moment, Lian Bingcheng was filled with satisfaction, hands behind his back, smiling as he looked at the people inside the hall, feeling completely at ease, a sensation he had not had for many years.
As he was looking, something felt amiss, and when he turned his head, he saw his impulsive second nephew staring straight at him.
