One taunt after another.
Yolanda wanted to cry, shaking her head and stepping back, "No, it's not like that."
Just when she felt helpless, a familiar voice called her, "Yolanda."
Her eyes lit up, holding back the tears in her eyes, excitedly looking in the direction the voice came from, "Uncle-in-law."
She ran over.
Spencer Sullivan stood with several older business partners. When they saw the young boy running towards Spencer, they were all shocked, "Mr. Sullivan, who is this?"
A man in his fifties stared at Yolanda's face, then looked at Spencer's face.
His mouth agape, he wanted to say something but dared not speak carelessly, afraid of guessing wrong.
Spencer naturally bent down to pick up Yolanda and told everyone, "He is Yvonne's nephew, Zachary's son."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he didn't foolishly ask his suspicion directly, "I was thinking he looks a lot like…"
He almost said Spencer, but caught himself in time, "Ms. Young."
