In particular, there were many things in the old house that retained their original style and design. There was a rich ancient style everywhere, immersed in it, as if they had transmigrated into ancient times.
The large living room on the right wall was a door that led to the wing room next door.
Myron and the old lady entered the wing room and closed the door.
Madam Quigley stood in front of Myron and looked up at him. "Listen, listen to what kind of woman you found?"
"What does grandma want to say?"
"What do I want to say? Listen to Josie. She, the Lewis family, is not a thing."
"Did grandma not see that Josie is using you?"
Regarding this, Myron was very sensitive, and even made him very unhappy.
"I am her grandmother. How can I just use her? What's more, I asked her!" Madam Quigley retorted.