"Mommy."
Eliza had just stood up when Demarion who was beside her raised his hands to stop her.
She frowned and subconsciously looked down at him sitting next to her.
At this moment, Demarion was no longer as naughty as he used to be.
He frowned as he looked at Eliza, his eyes filled with steadiness and maturity.
At this moment, Eliza was a little dazed.
She even felt that the one in front of her was not Demarion, but the mature and composed Braint.
"Mommy."
Demarion lowered his voice and asked in a voice that only Eliza could hear, "Don't you think it's weird?"
"Why do these people say these things at our door?"
"All of them didn't talk until they got here. Have you noticed?"
Eliza was stunned.
She listened for a while and found that it was really like what Demarion said, these people did not speak before.
