Su Yifeng froze for a moment, looked at Little Mike excitedly, and then squatted down to hug him, but he suddenly remembered that he had a taste for killing fish just now, so he hid.

"Mike, be good, uncle, go up and change your clothes first..."

Little Mike hugged his neck stickily and did not let go, "Uncle smells delicious, even more fragrant than Daddy's!"