"Little girl, come over here, I have something to tell you."

Cart said, "That's the eldest grandson's wife."

"Shut up, talk less."

Wendy Hollander's face was stern.

Cart obediently closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Lola Hussey, who had been sleeping soundly, kept hearing the sound of people talking in her ears, which was very noisy and eventually made her slowly open her eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was met with Wendy Hollander's amused gaze, examining her closely.

Lola: "..."

She was really confused in those few seconds.

A few seconds later, she suddenly sat up, then violently shrank back, holding the quilt tightly to cover herself, and looked cautiously at the person sitting on the edge of the bed: "Who are you?"

Seeing the little girl's guarded eyes, Wendy Hollander felt uncomfortable in her heart.

However, she told her, "I am Santa Claus."

Lola's mouth twitched: "Sa, Santa Claus?"

Wendy Hollander nodded solemnly, saying very seriously, "Yes, I am Santa Claus. I came to give you a Christmas present tonight."