"Belinda, what's wrong?"
"Tell me the truth! Who exactly are you? Did Kermit ask you to come here?" Belinda picked up the fruit knife, looking vigilant.
Claud bitterly smiled, "I am Claud..."
"Shut up!"
Belinda's eyes were red, her face full of sorrow.
"Even though I don't want to believe it, if Claud was still alive, he would have returned long ago. How could he let us wait for thirteen years?"
"Belinda, I have my reasons... Didn't I just tell you some stories about when we were kids? Wasn't that enough?"
Claud helplessly spread out his hands.
Belinda frowned. She didn't dare to be careless.
She thought, I have been in the business for many years, so I'm no stranger to plots and schemes.
Kermit has just left, and this man, who claims himself to be Claud, is here? Isn't this too
