C491 A War Without Smoke

War without smoke.

The little guy was wearing his hat on one side and his chubby little hands were by his mouth. He looked at those unfamiliar faces back and forth. He was not afraid, but he did not hear Mrs. Shao's words to greet others.

At this time, an aunt in a bright yellow dress looked at him from the corner of her eyes and snorted. She said mockingly