"Hm..." Franklin withdrew his gaze and responded lightly. "We have to go back to the Larsons's residence tomorrow, so go to bed early."
Without saying any more words, he turned around and walked up the stairs.
Ava wanted to call him, but she couldn't open her mouth. She could only watch his figure disappear in the corridor. She squatted down and picked up the bag on the ground, her mind in a mess.
"Ava...can we go back home?" Martin picked up Transformers and ran over, looking up at Ava and asked. He still liked his old home, where he could play whenever he wanted without being afraid of others.
The most important thing was that he could see his sister's smile every day. Unlike now, his sister smiles less and less when living here. And when the man he called Mr. Larson came back, his sister became sad.
"Martin, don't you like it here?" Ava asked, touching Martin's head.
"You're not happy living here!"
