"Oh my, let me see, let me see..." The old lady, with poor eyesight, picked up the reading glasses hanging on her chest and put them on, carefully examining Tracy from top to bottom while clicking her tongue in amazement.
"Tut-tut-tut, Meiyin, look at this child's appearance, so fresh and innocent, completely different from those flashy foxes. Eh... when did that brat change his taste? Didn't he always like those heavily made-up little vixens before?..."
The middle-aged woman standing by chuckled, "Yes, Mom, your grandson's taste has certainly changed..."
"Hmm, that brat!" The old lady handed her cane to the side, which Randell caught smoothly. She held both of Tracy's wrists, examining her closely, but spoke to Randell nearby, "Randell, have you contacted that kid. Does he know about this?"
As she spoke, she pointed at Tracy's belly, her eyes shifting downward, fixed on her stomach.
"Old Madam, the young master can't be contacted; his phone is always off..." Randell frowned.
