"Host, don't forget that you are bound to the evil stepmother system. Straying from your character will result in punishment!"
Well, I forgot about the system.
I put away the concern on my face and put on an impatient expression.
"Why are you crying so early in the morning? What a bad fortune!"
The old lady Kayla Sanford stopped when she heard me, ordering the little girl.
"Get down and let your younger brother ride on you like a horse. If he hasn't had enough fun, you're not allowed to get up!"
The knees of the little girl called Anabel Herman were swollen badly, and she cried silently, as if afraid to make a sound in case I got angry. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She knelt on the ground, supporting her body with her hands, pretending to be a horse.
The old lady comforted her grandson Jasper Herman hurriedly beside her.
"Jasper, don't cry. Look, there's the horse for you to ride."
Jasper didn't even shed a tear and immediately smiled.
His chubby body sat on the thin girl.
"Giddy up! Giddy up! Horse, run!"
Anabel was too thin and her waist was under great pressure.
Kayla was still threatening.
"Be steady. If you dare to throw Jasper, I won't let you off!"