Penelop looked at Max, "Have you heard, she said, you are not her food."
Max glanced at Penelop and walked past her calmly, wiping her hair and walking to the cloakroom.
"Go downstairs and wait."
As soon as Amy Waltson heard it, she immediately said, "I'm going now, you guys talk slowly."
She ran out for two steps.
Penelop stepped on her side, blocking her way.
Amy Waltson's face turned dark, "You won't really want to fight with me, let me
tell you, oh, last night, I slept here, I was at a loss, but when you really fight, you may not beat me, after all, I am younger than you."
Penelop's face turned black, "If you don't say this, I don't want to fight with
you yet. Once I say I am old, I will not do it."
"Then it's a fact that you are older than me."
Penelop snorted, "He asked me to go downstairs and wait for him."
She shook her head speechlessly, and didn't intend to continue talking with
the young girl. After all, she was said to be old.