The old lady's tone of contempt seems to be the greatest gift for Mu Chudi to have a child smoothly.

Hawthorne frowned, his eyes were sharp, his thin lip was slightly twisted, and his smile was wanton, "So what? Grandma, that's a threat to me?

The coffee table burned hot water, and the hot air rose slowly. The mist blurred Hawthorne's face, but his eyes, sharp as hawk's eyes, became clearer and brighter.

"Did Grandma forget that I had never been able to do anything?"

It's certainly hard to find any clues before, but now Huo exposes himself. As long as Huo runs through the canes, he can always find...