The little bun ran over with quick little steps, but surprisingly, he went straight past Qiao Qianmo.
??
Qiao Qianmo quickly turned her head to look, and the next second, her face turned pale.
Xia, Xi, Yan!
When did she get here?!
Luoluo was dressed very formally today, in a navy blue little suit, a delicate little bowtie, with his soft and babyish hair lying flat. He lifted his adorable, sculpted little face and held up something in his hand like it was treasure, saying, "Flowers."
The little bun had a hereditary dual-personality. Ever since a long time ago, when he fell into the water and was frightened, his second personality was triggered, making him consistently quiet and withdrawn.
He didn't talk to anyone and rarely spoke.
At this moment, holding the flowers up to Xiyan, and softly calling out "flowers" in his childlike voice, he was simply unbearably cute.
