The silence is deafening.
The north wind howls, but it cannot suppress the traditional customs that are jumping in one's chest.
Yvonne Finley's scalp tingles.
Her spine stiffens.
This little twerp.
He really dares—!
Before she can react.
Daisy Lambert beside her has already stood up, a sweep of her palm coming towards him, smacking on Caleb Baker's back. Her beautiful eyes are wide open, she swears angrily, "What the hell are you doing?!"
Caleb Baker just takes it in stride.
Calmly lifting up his eyelids, "Flirting."
Daisy Lambert's hair seems about to explode.
Her bastard son, actually bullying a girl under her watch! She planned to break his legs!
Of course.
The one more agitated is Mr. Lambert.
After all, Mr. Lambert is a scholar, manners and etiquette are engraved in his bones. His grandson's unruly behavior, in his eyes, is nothing less than blatant flirtation!
His murky eyes staring, standing up on shaking hands, "The ruler! Bring me the punishing ruler!"
