Helen's spoiled son, Bob, was very naughty, even lawless.
Within a few minutes, he smashed another colored glaze vase.
"Oh, honey!" Helen hurried over, hugging him and shouting nervously. "Do you have any injuries? You scared me."
She didn't even mention the broken vase.
Ada was really annoyed but didn't dare to show it.
At this time
Claire walked slowly through the door. She wore a hoodie with the hat on her head and only her small face was revealed. Her thin figure was surrounded by mist, making her look extraordinarily cold and withdrawn.
Helen cast a casual glance at her and screamed. "Phew, who is this…"
Ada immediately stood up. "Claire, come over and say hello…"
Before she finished speaking, Claire went straight to the second floor without even lifting her eyelids.
Bob put his hands on his hips and shouted angrily. "Why didn't she say hello to me?!"
