After all, in that dream, the Creator God directly stood in front of her, so was struck by lightning and bore a few bloody holes, which looked thrilling and very frightening.
Especially when Mo Shu couldn't help but substitute the face of the Creator God with Yu Siqiao's, that sense of reality and fear multiplied exponentially.
She…
Was afraid.
Ji Nan pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't know either, how about you take a look?"
Mo Shu paused slightly, "Take a look? What about the children?"
The two little brothers who had been playing all along heard the word 'children' and knew Mom was talking about them, so they looked up.
Little Honey Pot babbled, and Little Tangguan looked at her too, furrowing his brows and shouting at her.
Mo Shu looked at these two little ones and couldn't help but reach out to pat their heads, saying, "Our little pots still need to be fed with milk~"
Milk!
