Baron Lawrence furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at her with a fierce and cold gaze, coldly questioning, "Are you saying my baby would be afraid of a tiny bit of shower gel?"
There was no way their baby, his and Enna Clark's, would be hurt by such a minuscule thing as shower gel.
The lecturer now deeply regretted picking him out by his looks to come up. He wasn't there to demonstrate, but to make a mess! She could only pretend not to hear him and forced out a smile uglier than crying to the audience. "All right, let's thank this gentleman for helping us demonstrate. Everyone, please clap."
The others in the classroom were still immersed in his rough method of washing the baby, and they clapped listlessly, following the teacher's words.
The lecturer, like seeing off a plague, immediately said to him, "Sir, thank you for helping, you can go back to your seat now."
"..." What did this annoying old woman mean? Was he someone she could boss around at will?
