Chapter 98 Mao Mao Doesn't Eat This

The toy train is very well made; you can even see the driver and passengers inside. Twist the spring at the back, and the train will start running with a whistle.

The little train rolled across the blue brick pavement, and Mao Mao happily chased after it until it could no longer run. Only then did she catch up, bend down to pick up the little train from the ground, wind it up, and happily run back after it.

Lou Hongjian stared intently at his younger sister's figure not far away, not daring to turn his head.

I'm afraid that if I try to distract myself, I'll burst out laughing.

Because he was already on a shelf.