Mr. Lowe suddenly began to consider the feasibility of this matter.
But at this time Carol took his silence as worry, and his fear was even deeper, and he asked nervously, "Where is George, can I go and see him?"
Kent sighed inwardly and gave up the idea.
The little guy's field has to be maintained for him, and it won't work next time.
Thinking of this, he stepped back, his expression was flat, and he didn't say much. After leading her upstairs, he came to George's room. Carol walked in, and saw the little guy hiding under a quilt, his face was slightly pale, and his sick appearance made Carol feel distressed for a while.
Carol's eyes were full of distress: "Baby, why are you sick? I'm worried to death!"
George took her hand, her small face rubbed against the back of her hand from ti
