Luka Rogers lovingly touched Nola O'Connor's hair and smiled, "Alright, I promise."
Ethan Smith's patience began to wear thin.
He especially detested women like Nola O'Connor.
Ethan slowly turned around, about to speak, when Thomas suddenly waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let him go."
"Dad!" Nola stomped her foot in displeasure.
Thomas scolded, "You little brat, get lost!"
A faint killing intent still lingered in Ethan's heart.
Since reaching the Fifth-Layer Qi Refining Stage, he felt his heart becoming colder and colder.
But in the end, he held back.
"Mr. O'Connor, I advise you to discipline your daughter properly, or she'll suffer for it eventually." Ethan gave them a cold glance before leaving.
After Ethan and the others left, Nola angrily said, "Dad, what's the meaning of this! You don't help me deal with him, and don't even let Luka beat him up!"
