The dark eyes that were 90% familiar were less than two meters apart, staring at each other intently.
After a while, Chester Yale narrowed his evil eyes and coldly opened his lips, "Kid, didn't anyone teach you to watch your step when walking? If it weren't for my quick reflexes, you'd be a meatloaf by now."
"..." The little buddy was stunned, and then the soft, glutinous body walked forward.
Chubby little hand patted on his car, pouted, "Will I really be hit into a meatloaf?"
"Want to give it a try?"
With a flickering gaze, Chester stared at the fearless little fellow.
He looked only three years old, wearing a childish Beetle mask, hiding his palm-sized face.
How could such a small child appear at the entrance of his villa?
Looking at the little boy's familiar dark eyes, Chester's heart tightened slightly.
Three years old...
If they hadn't separated back then, they might have had a child this big by now.
Chester's hand gripping the steering wheel suddenly tightened.
