Chapter 395 Picking a Fight
- They walked into the house and saw a dark-skinned boy standing on a stool just high enough to reach the clay stove, stirring a pot of thin porridge.
- Seeing that, Dominic’s eyes stung a little. He didn’t even know what to say.
- “Mom, sis, you’re back. Where’s Dad?” The kid wiped sweat from his face with his grimy sleeve and asked.