Milky Dumpling: Can the Grassland on Top Feed the Cows?

Huo Chenling retracted his gaze and walked away with the Milky Dumpling in his arms.

Song Qiao, with a refined temperament, had a cloud of gloom on her face, staring at Xu Yao as if her eyes were knives cutting into her face.

"So ignorant!"

Leaving these words behind, Song Qiao also walked away.

Xu Yao started crying, "Wuwuwu."

Zhou Yue hugged her and comforted, "Yaoyao, don't cry. Dealing with the Huo family is unrealistic, but dealing with a Milky Dumpling shouldn't be too difficult!"

Xu Yao gritted her teeth fiercely, "I will give her back a hundred times the slap she gave me, that Ming Zaizai!"

Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang.

It was Huo An'an calling, inviting her to the old Huo family residence to play.

Xu Yao suddenly had a plan in mind!

Zhou Yue was right, dealing with the Huo family is unrealistic, but dealing with a Milky Dumpling shouldn't be too difficult.

The opportunity had come!