"Really?" Yolanda widened her eyes, sparkling.
She suddenly thought of the few hundred bucks she just gave away. "Can I take back these hundreds of bucks?"
Before Christopher Gray could answer, she had already turned around and reached for the money on the table, only to meet Spencer Sullivan's deep, dark eyes.
Startled, she pulled her little hand back, not daring to take it anymore.
He's so fierce...
Better not.
Yolanda thought and boldly said, "Uncle, let me treat you to a drink with these few hundred bucks."
After saying that, she immediately turned around, took Christopher's hand, and dragged him away.
Spencer Sullivan: "...."
His face darkened even more.
He watched the little one's tiny figure leave, gnashing his teeth.
When they left his sight, he withdraws his gaze and looked at the crumpled money on the table.
He stretched out his hand, picked it up, and clenched it tightly.
