He held Luna in his arms on the way home.

She didn’t behave well. Holding his face, she asked countless of times: "Are you really Wills Waltson ? You're not lying to me, are you? "

"Nope."

"Liar is wrong."

Wills Watson was helpless, and pointed at Thomas: "Ask him if you don't believe me."

"Who are you?"

"Ms. Waltson, I am Thomas."

"Then who is he?"

Thomas immediately said: "Ms. Waltson, this is Mr. Waltson ."

Thomas didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was the second time he had seen Ms. Waltson drunk.

He was afraid she wanted something weird today.

It didn't matter if she wanted...