"..." Charles Mcintosh still couldn't make a decision.
He had no choice but to remain silent.
When nobody responded to Chale Cheney, he became really angry! Very angry!
"None of you is paying attention to the baby, the baby won't pay attention to you either, really. Starting now, whoever talks to the baby first is the bad guy."
The corner of Sylvan Cheney's mouth twitched, Childish.
This intelligence... fluctuates so much.
Chale Cheney grumbled to himself, not saying anything again.
The car moved forward, and silence fell inside.
But!!!
Chale Cheney just couldn't sit still!
With nobody talking, it felt so unbearable!
Why could Elder Cheney and Uncle Mcintosh remain so quiet?
Don't they like talking? Why would someone not like talking?
He can't hold it in anymore!
Chale Cheney can't hold it in anymore!
All of a sudden—his eyes lit up!
He hopped over towards Charles Mcintosh, whispering in a secretive manner.
