Easton immediately took the shovel and mashed the soil in front of him.
Caroline went to change into a warm suit with a tray in her hand, which contained snacks that Easton liked to eat.
"Easton?" she called softly.
The little guy ignored her and didn't turn around.
She called again, but still did not get a response. Not knowing what he was doing, Caroline could not help but step forward and pat him gently on the shoulder.
"Easton?"
The next second.
Easton, who had been motionless all this time, suddenly rose and turned around. What Caroline saw first was not his appearance, but several dark shadows flying towards her.
Caroline was rooted to the ground. She felt the coldness on her neck and arms. She lowered her head slowly and saw that her new clothes were stained with diluted black mud.
She froze.
As far as she could remember, this was her first contact with dirty soil.
"Ah..." she screamed uncontrollably.
Easton pursed his lips and held a small shovel in one hand, with the one hand on his hip. He said with a displeased look, "Who are you? Why did you pat me? You scared me."
Caroline immediately choked in anger and looked up at him. She could also see the ground in front of Easton. The area that had been covered with grass had now become a puddle of mud.
Her face was livid with anger, but what angered her most was that she could do nothing to the culprit in front of her and she had no way but to hold back her anger.
"Ah, you're so dirty."
As a result, before she could suppress her anger, Easton took a few step back with a look of disgust. Caroline was pissed off.
It was all Easton's fault. He got her clothes dirty, and in the end, he had the nerve to despise her. What a brat.
Sure enough, the child without a mother was uneducated, and she despised him in her heart.
In her opinion, a child from a family like the Xaviers would naturally receive the highest education. It was impossible for him to play with mud like an ordinary child.
He was so rude and impolite. She wondered how the Xaviers taught him.
Easton threw away the shovel and clapped his hands. "There is still a lot of flower fertilizer in this mud. You stink. Go wash up,"
Caroline's face changed immediately. Flower fertilizer?
She couldn't help but think of a kind of fertilizer that the villagers used to water vegetables... The next second, she was overcome with a feeling of nausea, and her face turned pale.
The little guy turned around and said, "There's a bathroom over there. I'll take you there."
The manor was very large, and Caroline could not bear to see herself like this in the eyes of the servants and butlers in the front hall, so she could only hold back her anger and follow Easton.
Easton, who was leading the way ahead, kept a smile on his face.
From afar, he looked at the pool surrounded by rockeries and trees, and his big eyes lit up.
As he passed by the pool, he yawned slowly, and then a rustling sound came from the grass.
In the next instant, a slender green shadow flashed over quickly, circling Caroline's feet and entering the grass, and soon came out and circled her.
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