In the car, Yolanda held her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with fear.
Her call had already been hung up by Spencer Sullivan.
The car was moving fast, and Yolanda shrank her neck, looking at Spencer Sullivan.
Spencer Sullivan's face darkened, "Don't listen to your aunt's nonsense."
As he said this, he removed Yolanda's phone watch, held it in his hand for a while, and then examined it closely.
The pattern on it was still Ultraman's.
He tilted his head to look at Yolanda, "Do you really like Ultraman that much?"
He frowned.
Yolanda nodded, "I like Ultraman. I believe in the light, and I'll get better, grow up, and protect my aunt."
He held up his fist as he spoke, sounding as motivational as a salesman's daily morning pep talk.
Spencer Sullivan couldn't help but smile and reached out to touch Yolanda's head, "Do you often spend time with your aunt?"
Yolanda nodded, "Yes, my aunt accompanies me every day."
