C42 Teach the Lolita a Lesson

Wang Feng carried the wooden bathtub a few more times, but the little girl just sat on the sofa in the living room and watched coldly. Not only did she not help, but she was even sneering and muttering. Most of the time, she was talking about her mother. Wang Feng would occasionally hear a few sentences, but they seemed to be some kind of words that no man would want