Chapter 39
A child around eight or nine years old was holding a toy longsword in one hand and hugging Alexander Foster's thigh with the other, like an octopus that couldn't be shaken off.
Alexander stood there coldly, his eyebrows and eyes drooping, as if giving a warning.
However, the brat wasn't afraid of him at all, and instead tightened his legs around Alex's legs: "I don't care, if you don't have a little competition with me today, I won't let you chase my sister."
Alex narrowed his eyes, his voice slightly cold: "Who said I wanted to chase your sister?"
"Your mom said so. You even moved my sister's room to your place, obviously wanting to take advantage of the close proximity. I saw through it all long ago!"
Alex slowly closed his eyes, an air of impatience emanating from him.
Children were the most troublesome.
He glanced at Ford behind him: "Aren't you going to help?"
