Laura came back to the bottom of the block with a big bag, and just as she took out her key card to open the door, she felt a force rush over and hug her leg.
"Sister, you're back!"
Laura couldn't help but look down at the little brat hugging her leg, a few black lines involuntarily appeared on her forehead, and her eyes gradually shifted to the side.
No one!
What the hell is wrong with that gloomy uncle?
Leaving his own son here unattended? Is this how you become a dad?
She then patiently said, "Twinkle, what are you doing here? Where's your daddy?"
Justin Hawthorne tilted his small head and spoke in a childish voice, "Sister, can I stay at your home tonight?"
Laura took a deep breath, "Twinkle, can you tell sister where your home is? Sister will take you back."
Justin immediately drooped his little face, his voice infinitely aggrieved, "Sister, do you not like Twinkle anymore? Did Twinkle make you unhappy?"
