After fiddling with the toys a few times, she looked at Zi Yan and said, "Ma Ma, when will we be able to die in Xanadu?"

"Next Saturday, today's Sunday, you do the math, leaving today and Saturday aside, how many days are left?" Zi Yan lay on Zhang Han's lap, her own long legs dangling back and forth on the edge of the sofa. Interpret her happy mood.

"Well, today doesn't count, Saturday doesn't count, it's Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, five days! Mama, we still have five days before we can die in Xanadu, it's too long." Mengmeng said With a pursed mouth, he said unhappy.