Cannon fodder is an improper stepping stone for cubs [Quick Transmigration]

Walking a little faster, Jiujiu would fly to the same height as him and scold Dad for being stupid.

Shen Yijing passed away one night in her sleep at the age of one hundred and five. When she vaguely realized that she was about to leave, she still wondered if no one in his family would cut the bread for him tomorrow morning.

The next day the housekeeper discovered something unusual, and the cousin's son came over to deal with the funeral.

Before coming here, he listened to his mother's advice to take the bird home and raise it properly. Unexpectedly, when the coffin was about to be closed, Jiujiu also got in.

Used to get into his dad's pockets like he had done so many times in his life.

This time, Zai Zai doesn't have to worry about someone's hand reaching in to touch his butt, even if the pocket is not as warm as before, Dad doesn't want to get up and call him a good boy.

Jiujiu thought he would fall into a long sleep, but when he opened his eyes, he went back to his expensive little bed. The scene in front of him made his hairs explode with fright.

"Ouch, Dad help!"