Charles Mcintosh had an imposing presence, even in a casual grey coat today, he didn't seem approachable.
Sure enough, Little 11 was intimidated and nodded hastily.
"With this timid appearance, how are you going to protect a woman?" Charles sternly said.
"I'll try my best, I won't always be like this," Little 11 said stubbornly, his face turning red.
"You like Lilac Serval? Huh?"
"I..." Little 11 nodded shyly.
"Forgive my bluntness, but do you think you are worthy of her now? As a man, leaving aside having nothing, you still rely on her support. Plus your personality, Lilac Serval has to protect you, what kind of man does that make you?" Charles said each word sharply, with a displeased tone.
Little 11 was scolded a bit and it hit all his insecurities, leaving him embarrassed.
Yet, he felt that Charles wasn't wrong.
