I didn't expect the little guy to draw such a conclusion from this matter. For a moment, I didn't know how to answer.

"Auntie, don't dislike Lundy."

Lundy held my hem imploringly and wanted to drill into my arms.

I turned around, squatted down, let the little guy get into my arms, and sighed helplessly: "My aunt doesn't dislike you."

Lundy's voice was stuffy. "But aunt wants to drive Lundy away."

I felt the little guy's voice with a crying voice, pulled the little guy out of my arms, and touch his eyes gently.

Lundy stubbornly closed his mouth and stared at me with big eyes, hoping to get an...