In the kindergarten.
A soft, dough-like little body sprang up from the grass in the yard like a spring.
Little chubby hands held the cell phone, listening to Chester Yale's voice message again in disbelief.
Astonishment filled the delicate little face.
Glancing at the position he was in, he pursed his mouth, and his face fell.
He couldn't deceive the Wild Man?
The Wild Man was actually smarter than him, and King Harry was unhappy...
His little body rolled to the side, forcefully pulling up grass, puffing out his cheeks, and not wanting to reply to the message.
Chester stared at the phone screen for several minutes, but didn't wait for Harry's reply, the corners of his mouth slightly raising.
It seemed he guessed right, and offended the little buddy.
Imagining a soft, dough-like little buddy glaring at the phone on the other end of the call, Chester's eyes involuntarily filled with laughter.
Not dwelling on one answer, he tossed his phone aside and drove away from there.
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