Chapter 180. Want to Cry

Going to America, what will life be like? Vera Russell looked at people walking back and forth at the airport, smiling calmly, about to leave where the umbilical cord was buried, and was nostalgic. I want to pick up a handful of home soil, hold it in my chest, keep it close to my heart...

Suddenly, the silhouettes of a beautiful girl and a boy from afar approached and caught her eye.

"Dream… Guide! Angela Trump!" Vera Russell exclaimed in surprise.

The girl heard the call and looked around; when she saw Vera Russell, she smiled brightly: "Vera?!"

The little boy also seems attracted to Angela Trump, smiling friendly, saying: "Mom, is this girl your friend?"

"This!" Angela Trump exclaimed, "I told you, I'm not your mother, don't talk nonsense!"

Vera Russell curiously looked at this little boy about five or six years old. So handsome! It looked familiar, but for a moment, I couldn't think of where I had seen it before.

"Owl? Your friend?" Harry