Uncle Thompson, the gardener on the side, looked up at the apple tree, "Young Master, look at the tree."
Look at the tree?
When Mandel Thompson looked up, he saw a familiar figure sitting on the tree trunk, their feet swinging in the air.
So carefree.
Is that Viola Thompson?
At that moment, Viola looked down and waved to Mandel, greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, brother."
Mr. White also looked up.
Viola greeted politely.
"Good morning, uncle."
Mr. White, remaining calm, looked at Viola sitting in the tree and said with a smile, "Good morning."
Mandel was stunned, he'd never noticed before that Viola could climb trees. "Kid sister, how did you climb so high? What if you fall! Come down now!"
Mandel had a fear of heights, and just seeing Viola sitting on the tree made him feel faint. He never expected Viola to be so daring.
"It's fine, big brother, I know what I'm doing." Viola looked totally unconcerned.
"You come down first!" Mandel massaged his temples.