How Much Do You Like My Son?!

At this time, it was Indra who was standing behind Paul, as Merry innocently asked, his hands trembled and almost pushed the wheelchair.

Was this little girl really that curious, or deliberately provoking his master's anger?

But when he looked carefully at the girl's eyes which were as clear as water, she didn't look like a woman with deep thoughts.

Maybe, she's just outright blunt!

Indra quietly rubbed his forehead, staggered behind the wheelchair, and quietly looked at Paul's face.

At this moment, the remnants of the sun setting in the sky were starting to get buried at the end of the mountain.

Paul stared at Merry for a moment, and although he didn't speak, he raised his hands above his head with a strange expression.

Merry blinked at him with her big eyes, thinking that she might have said something wrong and poked at a sensitive topic.