It is nonsense to say that lucky stars are afraid of evil spirits!
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.
But Tong Zhenzhen has been held in the palm of others' hands since she was born. Her father is not afraid of her, so why is she afraid of Tuan Tuan?
"Aren't you evil?!"
"Evil?" Tuantuan looked at him.
Ji Shaoling's face froze, and he accidentally asked.
Jiang Ziyang jumped up almost subconsciously when he heard this.
"Your Highness doesn't think Tuantuan is evil, does he?"
Tuantuan also seemed to suddenly react and looked at him in shock.
Facing two pairs of equally astonished eyes, Ji Shaoling had a feeling that he was a fool and why he believed such nonsense.
He subconsciously defended: "Others said that!"
Jiang Ziyang frowned: "Who is slandering Tuantuan?"
Ji Shaoling didn't say anything, but Tuantuan knew who it was even if he didn't say anything.
"Tong Zhenzhen."
She turned her gaze back to the window. Even though the figure was no longer there, the soaring evil spirit mixed with good fortune and implicated the cause and effect of countless people still made her want to vomit.
"Why would she slander you?" Ji Shaoling was confused.
If there is no problem with Tuantuan, then Tong Zhenzhen, who gave herself eye drops and told herself to target her in the first place, is very problematic.
Also, Tuantuan told him to be careful with Zhenzhen before, but he pushed to the limit at that time, only half-heartedly, so why was he so unlucky?
Thoughts were flying in his mind, and he heard cold voices.
"False accusation, robbery should not be done, some are bad guys!"
The usually mellow little dumpling became serious at this moment, exuding an awe-inspiring aura. Even Ji Shaoling subconsciously stepped back a few points, subconsciously confused.
"Who are you?"
Tong Zhenzhen is so powerful that she is afraid of her. If she is not evil, who would she be?
Tuantuan shook his head.
"It's not yet time."
Today's family members do not have the ability to protect themselves, and Tong Zhenzhen also has a dark hand behind her. Revealing her identity rashly will only cause unnecessary disasters.
Ji Shaoling was startled and wanted to ask, but when he saw her unwillingness to speak, he felt inexplicably wary. Forcing the question might produce bad results.
It would be fine if it was like before. I just had bad luck today, and I am full of vigilance in my heart.
As soon as he hesitated, Tuantuan turned his head and stretched out his hand towards Jiang Ziyang.
Jiang Ziyang quickly hugged her down and looked at Ji Shaoling.
"Going back."
Ji Shaoling was startled, he didn't expect that he was about to leave!
"Then will you come again tomorrow?"
Tuantuan gave him a strange look.
"I saw it today, but I won't come back again."
Ji Shaoling felt inexplicably depressed, but his face remained calm.
"You can come and play with me. I will also give you desserts. This time I brought a cook here who is good at making sweets. He made the dumplings you just ate. Doesn't it taste good?"
Tuantuan's heart suddenly moved, and his dark eyes moved.
"Yes, yes."
Ji Shaoling didn't expect it to be so easy to deceive, so he quickly came over.
"Then come back tomorrow. I have something else to ask you. You can't break your promise."
"Not tomorrow, sure. Are you busy?"
After she goes back, she still has to discuss the current situation with Mo Luoqing. It's really not sure whether she can come out tomorrow.
"What can happen to a little guy like you?" Ji Shaoling was immediately curious.
According to what Secret Guard No. 3 and himself saw, Tuantuan would only do something once in a while. At other times, he would be carried around and fed by everyone. It seemed that he was not doing anything serious at all.
Of course, a three-and-a-half-year-old child cannot ask her to do anything. It’s just that Zhenzhen used to organize some activities such as praying every now and then. But now she is having trouble with Qin Tian Supervisor. It’s a bit ugly. Now such activities No longer participating.
Tuantuan glanced at him meaningfully, and Ji Shaoling retreated subconsciously.