Toby grew up in a honey jar. When he had been beaten, he immediately burst into tears, and the loud voice was so loud that he felt ashamed.
Kinley's face was full of bitter hatred. "You child! I spoil you too much! How can you steal?"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey..." An old granny stopped Kinley. "A child is not sensible. I don't know what he can do or can't do. Maybe he looks good, so he has to hang his neck. Don't hit him."
Kinley said angrily, "It's all because I indulge him too much! Otherwise, he wouldn't have done such a thing!"
Toby cried loudly and kept hiding in the arms of the granny.
Freya tugged on Samantha's arm with a headache and said, "What should we do now? She must have stolen it herself, but we can't do anything to her now."
Samantha was also a little distress
