Chapter 491: The White War

The little guy was wearing a hat crooked to one side, and two fleshy little hands were on his mouth, looking back and forth between those unfamiliar faces, not afraid of the strangers but not greeting them as Mrs. Raman wanted.

    At this time, an aunt wearing a bright yellow skirt squinted her eyes and hummed from her nose, taunting like a joke, "I haven't heard you mentioned before in the past two years. This little grandson of our family has just full moon within two days, you came...