Beautiful aunt, come on! I saw this picture because of the supernatural phenomenon of the camera. You are a. . . Really.
But I remained polite and asked with a smile.
"How's Mild? How are you?"
"Oh, my heart, what? I don't call it that name, and Marguerite is not good at calling it Maggie." My heart answered at once.
I skewed my mouth.
Margaret, your aunt!
In the end, I was full of scolding.
If the stream breaks out suddenly, I will scold him.
"Ask him what you want to know and make him clear so he won't say he's lying again."
I already know that I met him today, and I have other doubts except because I haven't seen him for several years.
I began to ask, without any ceremony.
"Why did Mind create a fake f*******: for Tarn?" This is the first question I want to know.
This is the
