章 741: Why Is Your Face Still Black

Amelia was puzzled. "How is it?"

Mrs. Walton subconsciously looked down and realized that Ling's toes were aimed at the front. In other words, her clothes were on the wrong side…

Mrs. Walton put her hand to her forehead.

George walked over. His tall and straight figure almost blocked out the light. He was silent for a moment before finally stepping forward to hold Ling's hand and tuck it into her sleeve.

"It's been too long," George said lightly. "You still have to wear your clothes properly. Don't scare the old lady." Amelia had been busy in the room for more than an hour. He couldn't bear to see her continue to be busy. He stood at the door of the room and stuffed Ling's hands into her sleeves. Then, he turned the clothes around and straightened them.

George said, "Give me your hand."

Ling's expression was blank as she stared straight at George.

George was patient. "Hands."