"Son, why are you running around? Didn't you wait in the sixth lounge?" The woman is so beautiful that it is hard to imagine that she is the mother of a child.

Her clothes are about the same color as Nora Smith's. No wonder the child admitted his mistake just now.

"Mommy, our lounge is three, not six. You are going wrong again." The boy's reaction was very calm, as if he had been used to such things for a long time.

The woman blinked in surprise, as if she couldn't believe she was going wrong. This confused look is a far cry from the calm child in her arms....