"Pfft—" Mr. Gomez in the driver's seat couldn't help but laugh.
He was immediately met with a fierce glare from Chester Yale.
Maintaining a silent and straight face, he continued to drive.
Evelyn Sherman, holding Harry, glanced at the scolded Mr. Gomez and quietly turned her head to the other side, suppressing her laughter.
"Evelyn Sherman, if you're feeling brave, just laugh it out!" Chester Yale said, gritting his teeth.
"I'm not laughing." Evelyn Sherman bit the tip of her tongue, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. She didn't dare to look back.
"You can shake your shoulders more obviously, I'm not blind!"
"..." Evelyn Sherman's body stiffened, and now she really couldn't laugh anymore.
She held Harry's soft little body, moving closer to the car door.
Angry men were best not messed with.
Soon, the car stopped in front of a luxurious aristocratic kindergarten.
