With a foot brake, the little guy steadily came to a stop.
The tiny balance bike was well-controlled by the little guy.
Of course, if you ignore those dents on the table leg, the skills are indeed commendable.
The little car was casually placed aside, leaning against the tea table, and the school bag was tossed aside.
Candy wiped the sweat off her forehead and took off a piece of clothing.
Mo Jingchun, holding a water cup, walked over and handed it to his sister, glancing at the clothes she threw aside, and said:
"If you're hot, take off the clothes, but don't hunch your shoulders afraid of getting shots when you catch a cold."
"Blah blah blah～"
"Guoguo isn't afraid of getting shots."
Mo Jingchun smiled, if you're not afraid of shots, then why put your clothes back on.
Taking advantage of the little guy drinking water, Mo Jingchun walked to the bedroom at the back and took out a wet towel to wipe his sister's sweat.
"Tomorrow, you have to wear less."
