Old Mr. Leach: "No, she... I don't know what to say. Let her talk to you later. She's not easy after all."
Benson Leach's face was gloomy. "Yes, it's not easy for more than 20 years, and then come back empty-handed. It's a bossing to my wife, and it's even stronger for me."
"What am I her? She was born when she wanted to, threw away when she wanted to, and then waited, and felt that I was big again, and then came back for me?"
Benson Leach said angrily, "What is this? I don't have any dogs like her."
These words, Benson Leach's angry voice is raised, and Xia Yunzhu, who is in the kitchen, can hear them.
Old Mr. Leach looked at Benson Leach's face getting colder and colder, and his eyes were cold. He sighed helplessly.
Juliana Lewis took Benson Leach's hand and held it in her little palm.