Chapter 249. How Short-Lived Is Juvenile Hemoptysis

It was dark early in winter, and it was already dark at six o'clock. Kyle Branson, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, saw that Ivelle Astely had nothing but a bag. So she couldn't help laughing and said, "Did you come directly after you hung up the call?"

She nodded and said, "Just take me there!"

She looked a little complicated and said after a pause, "Let's go to dinner first. I've booked a restaurant. After dinner, I'll take you around the neighborhood where they live."

Seeing her such an arrangement, she couldn't say more. After a pause, she nodded and agreed.

Ivelle didn't have much appetite. After a few bites, Kyle drove her to Victory District.

To the door of the community, she can not help but stupefied, "Maisie live here?"

Kyle nodded and said, "They basically take a walk in the community at night, and the weather has been cold recently. They only walk for a while and then go back."

After unconscious for about a f