"Little guy… I am sorry. Mr. Harry, it was nice meeting you. I hope you can come with your mother for the lesson." Angelina bent down to Harry's height, moved closer to his ear, and whispered, "I can teach you one or two things better than you father."
She ruffled his hair and stood up on her foot. She nodded at Mr. and Mrs. Stephen and after that strode toward her car.
Mr. and Mrs. Stephen felt that something was wrong with their son. As his gaze was fixed on the direction where Angelina's car had left.
"Harry, Do you like Miss Hunt?" Mrs. Stephen asked his son while stroking his head.
Harry avoided her mother's hand which was messing with his hair. He thought for a moment about her mother's question and said, "I found her interesting, mom and dad seem to admire her a lot. It proves that she is smart and I like smart people."
