"Very good. Follow me then!"
"That's great!"
When the old man left, he glanced at the big tree not far away.
In truth, the fleeing Liszt was hiding behind a nearby tree, watching in secret.
He had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow when he saw the mantis being taken away.
The old man probably didn't see who stole the flowers! So he could escape. However, the velvet quilt was taken away. What should he do if his mother asked? If the velvet quilt couldn't go home, how could he explain it to Auntie Fang?
Liszt secretly followed behind them in pain, maintaining a certain distance from them.
He thought that he had done it in a very secretive way.
The old man took the velvet collar back to the yard. On the road, the velvet looked carefully at the flower in her hand. It was a small purple o
