Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

"..."

"..."

Xiaoguo watched him grab her skirt with her hand that had finished snapping her nose, couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped her.

slap~

A crisp sound came into the sky.

–

"It hurts me to death."

Jiang Danhe rubbed Xiaoguo's red right hand with pity, and couldn't help sighing for the countless times in a while.

"I'm fine."

Xiaoguo is helpless

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