Timmy raised his head, deeply looked at his dad, and then glanced at Richelle Dunn, snorted, and said.
"I'm pretty well-behaved, but Daddy, you are not!"
Roy Lewis also looked at Richelle, who was curled up in a corner like a cooked shrimp, feeling more and more itchy in his heart.
However, itchiness was one thing, but given the current situation, he had to endure it!
Roy Lewis retracted his gaze, ignored his son's words, and gently touched Timmy's forehead with his own.
"Baby, go change your clothes; we have to go out."
Timmy knew that his dad was annoyed by his presence, and he snorted again, not saying anything. He crawled out of his dad's arms, slid down to the ground like an eel, put on his shoes, and ran out with a clickety-clack sound.
Inside the bedroom, there were only him and Richelle Dunn left.
Seeing her son running out, Richelle shrank back, trying to move out of Roy Lewis's restrictive grasp just like her son had done.
