"Then I'm the most... most... beautiful. What about Yan Mom?"
"Me? I'll be second, then."
Hearing this, Qianqian immediately retorted, "No, no, Sister is second... Little Irene is third... My mom is fourth... And then..."
She curled her finger as if she had run out, and then said with a smile, "And then you're fifth, no more than that."
"Fine, then I'll be fifth!"
Yan Xuefei almost burst out laughing. How could this child be so adorable? It was incredible, making her want to have one herself—she was just too cute.
Beibei moved a small stool over, climbed up clumsily, and looked down from the city wall to see tens of thousands of dense troops gathered ahead.
"Phew, so many bad guys. Handsome Uncle still isn't coming. What should we do?" Beibei rubbed her forehead, falling into deep thought.
A small head suddenly appeared beside her. It was Little Irene following her. After this recent kidnapping, the latter decided to stick close to Beibei temporarily.
"Brother is definitely coming!" Little Irene's eyes blinked and blinked with absolute determination!
Beibei scratched her head in a daze. Had her handsome uncle arrived? How come she didn't know? Where was he? Where?
Ling Yun?
He was not here, but every move here was being broadcast on the living room TV. A huge recording crystal hovered high above Ghost Island, hidden among thick clouds like a satellite.
At that moment, An Qing also seemed to notice that little one was not here, and she immediately rushed downstairs. When she saw the situation, she was dumbfounded on the spot.
Meanwhile, Lin Qiuyan and the others were calling Ling Yun's cell phone. The latter had told them that Long Yanran had taken them out to play because Qianqian had missed her birthday, and she wanted to