“Little Piglet, Little Piglet, it's time to go home. Be careful, or your mother will beat you until you cry.”,After running down the slope, Zhu Ping'an stopped and looked down. He saw a small piece of noodles lying on the ground, fluttering in the wind.,Although it's funny, Chen's grip hasn't loosened at all. This little rascal was never honest to begin with, and after getting sick a few days ago, he's become even more mischievous, running around outside all day long.。