Chapter 110

She was about the same age as me. She moved to my city because of the change of her job. She was happy, but I was unhappy. Because we were close, she could knock at my door. No, I delayed for a while, and she came after me, but she could help me take care of the children. It was also good.

Sally White held Theresa, pointed at me and said to Theresa, "Look at how lazy your mother is. You still have the face to talk about the manuscript of last week. You call me lazy."

Theresa just giggled and looked at me. She probably knew that she was scolding her mother. She would just look at me and laugh.

Sally White couldn't help pinching her round face and saying, "She's so cute. aunt wants to steal you."

I put down my pen, walked over and picked Theresa up: "It's time to wash up and go to bed. I can't calm down to paint without her sleeping."

Looking at Theresa, who was sleeping, I breathed a sigh of relief.