Seamus reached out to caress his head. At this time, a clear and beautiful female voice called out, "Dear, where are you?"
"Mummy, I'm here." Zachery immediately replied.
Not long after, a noble lady's figure gracefully walked over. She wore a moon—white dress, and with every movement she made, she exuded the aura of a nation's mother.
It was Amelie. Seamus immediately smiled and greeted, "Madam."
Amelie also smiled, "Seamus, how are you?"
"Fine, I'm going to see president."
Amelie smiled, "He should be in the study room, go ahead!"
"Thanks!" Seamus waved his hand at the little fellow, "Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Uncle Seamus." Zachery was also very polite.
Amelie crouched down, and looked at him with a slightly reproachful gaze, "Don't run around, even the Mummy can't catch up to you."
