At the sight of Cen Suyun, his palm suddenly sweated.
The old man, with a tight face, sat on the sofa in the living room of the villa.
“Seven seven, you tell Grandpa, what the **** is going on? Don’t you live in a small villa with your aunt? Why do you have a house here, and haven’t told your grandpa yet.”
After listening to Howard Kensington’s inquiry, Quinn Marsden looked at the old man and explained to the old man: “This house is uncle’s, because it is very close to Sheng Ting, which is convenient for me to go to school. If you don’t believe it, you can check the villa. Ownership. Could my uncle give me something, do I need to explain it to others? ”
“And the reason why I didn’t tell Grandpa is because I think this kind of little thing is not necessary at all. It’s a place to stay temporarily … Uncle also let me live recently, is it necessary to be so shocked?”
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