Grandmother Mo smiled and nodded.
Mary Kinson looked at her kind grandmother in front of her and thought of her grandmother who had brought her up in the countryside.
Grandmother died of an illness.
The will is very simple: she should come to live in Kinson's house.
Human feelings are interoperable. She can not help but feel a great closeness to Grandmother Mo. "Grandmother, I am Mary Kinson."
Grandmother Mo nodded as if her name was on her mind. "Well, then, you should have fun today, too."
At that moment, Monet came over and helped Grandma Mo .
Grandma Mo looked at him and asked, "Did you all come?"
Monet said quietly, "Well, only Dad is still talking to the Seventh Master. Do you want to summon him?"
Grandma Mo waved her hand lightly, "No, they are talking about important thing
