In other's impressions, Samuel never bowed his head in front of outsiders.
Right now, in order to get Erika back, he had to lower his head, even the traces of a prayer were hidden deep in his eyes.
Upon seeing this, Ivan bluntly refused, "What do you want to discuss with my sister?"
Merry stood on the side with furrowed brows, her little hand still holding Erika's arm, and her expression very crumpled.
She felt her clueless father deserved this treatment, but… in her own heart, she didn't want to see him and her mother as strangers.
This kind of ambivalence made her frown, having no solution at all.
A refreshing breeze swept over, and under the bright sun, Erika looked at Ivan and smiled slightly. "Brother, after playing for a long time, you'd better bring Merry to eat something."
Ivan suddenly turned around then looked at Erika's calm looking face, and he didn't agree. "You still want to talk to him?"
