C53 Gun

“Whatever. Oh! That's Marco's son, I'm sure. It's like they're both sliced. They look alike." It said happily and looked at me. "What's his name?" he asked.

We both sat on the sofa because I didn't want to be rude to the guest. "Raphael Josef, Mr. Chua."

"Oh no! call me David. I remembered my grandson, who is his age." Mr. Chua is friendly to talk to