At this moment, having one more friend is always better than having one more enemy. This is the winning life rule taught to him by Superman Dad. Little Monkey clapped his little hands and said to the people guarding them around, "It doesn't taste good, so I gave it to him. How can the stuff here be so bad?"
The expressions on these people clearly showed that if it weren't for orders from someone named Luo Ke, they would have grabbed Little Monkey and beaten him to death.
Little Monkey wasn't foolish either; he knew someone was covering for him, although that person wasn't exactly a good person.
Wa Zicong swallowed the half cookie down his throat, preserving it, digesting it. At this moment, he again felt that within this small body before him was the same tenacious vitality as hers, and a warmth like her name suggests. After all, it's her child, unlike her, quite strange.
