He looked at his father beside him, who also had a disheartened expression. In the end, he shook his head, sighed, and helped his father out of the room.
Meanwhile, Oliver kept his resentful gaze on them until they left. David tapped his son's head gently, "There are guests here, don't be so rude!"
"He bullied Tommy, why do I need to be polite to him!" Oliver furrowed his brows. Tommy shook his head, "It wasn't my dad."
"You're still saying it wasn't him, you were crying!" Oliver looked at Tommy's red eyes. Although he somewhat disdained his little brother's crybaby nature, he couldn't just let someone bully his younger brother. How would he, as the older brother, maintain his dignity otherwise?
"It really wasn't my dad." Tommy shook his head, "It was this grandma…"
Then, Oliver's resentful gaze fell on Mrs. Smith.
