Nabobess With Her Talented Adorable Three Kids

"To you? Well, I'll talk about it Wood orange's sharp eyes constantly sweep back and forth on their mother and son, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Does the child look five or six years old?" Wood orange raises eyebrows and pretends to be kind.

"Granddad, why is there an old witch in his house?"

"Yes, it's mean."