On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing was silent.

Bai Zi had just been chasing and beating him persistently, but when his hair was bald, it was...too much.

Bai Qing was a little soft-hearted.

Bai Zi sensed that his heart was soft and he couldn't care less about getting angry, and quickly pinched the corner of Bai Qing's clothes and tugged: "Qingqing..."

"..."

Qiao Que looked at him with tears in his eyes, and turned into a gray prototype, curled up in the corner and cried: "San San..."

Mom.

Bai Qing covered his face.

Instead, he coaxed Bai Zi in a low voice: "You think it was you who made the first move, right? You have to show something when you hurt someone, right?"

Bai Zi snorted: "Qingqing hurt me by keeping him."

Bai Qing was patient: "Where does it hurt you?"

"sad."