Chapter 157 Stealing The Chip
- At breakfast, a freshly squeezed grapefruit juice sat on the table.
- Mu Tongrui frowned a little when she came down the stairs, “Doesn't Sweetheart dislike grapefruit juice? Why is there so much?”
- The little one kneeled by the kid's stool. A peeled grapefruit in hand, she dropped it into the juicer.