Ding dong... Ding dong!
The doorbell rang again.
The little guy slid down from the sofa and ran to the door barefooted.
"Who is it?" He did not open the door immediately, but shouted at the top of his voice.
"Ningning, it's me, Uncle Zhou."
Hearing the voice of someone he knew, the little guy opened the door and Zhou Xian's figure appeared in front of him. Behind Zhou Xian, there were several uncles who were carrying their recording equipment.
"Good afternoon, Little Ningning."
The little guy sized up the people behind Zhou Xian and quickly scanned them. Not to mention, the little guy at this time really looked like his father.
The people behind Zhou Xian also did not expect the gaze of the little radish head to be so sharp!
As expected of Emperor Mo's seed!
"Hi, Ningning, how are you? We're from the director team."
The little guy was dumbfounded when he heard this. He raised his head and asked Zhou Xian,
