Upon hearing the precise accent of Country A's language, Wayne Jameson was surprised for one second, then smiled, "Hello, Young Master, welcome home."
Sophie Sullivan pressed the corner of her lips, about to refuse, but William Westlake hugged her neck, softly lying, "Fennie, let's hurry to see the fairy sister!"
Sophie Sullivan could only nod to Wayne Jameson, "Thanks for the trouble."
"Young Madam, you're welcome, please this way."
Sophie Sullivan was too lazy to correct Wayne Jameson's "Young Madam" address.
Anyway, Cheryl Chew was not here, and she wouldn't stay long.
Returning to a familiar place, Sophie Sullivan felt exceptionally heavy-hearted, while William Westlake was full of curiosity about this unfamiliar country.
His tiny hands pressed against the car window, curiously looking at the scenery outside the car window.
"William Westlake..."
William Westlake sat back sulkily, his little mouth pouting in grievance, with cheeks puffed up in anger.
