Polly waved her hand directly: "I'm not in the mood to hear you lamenting right now."
Michael Knight: "..."
Michael Knight looked at Polly, whose face was full of tension, listening to her impatient words, and for some reason, he suddenly laughed.
Polly heard Michael Knight laugh and turned around displeased, "What are you laughing at?"
Michael Knight sat down on the ground, "Mr. Parker has always been different from all of us since childhood. He never gets into fights, but when he does, he can kill someone. I don't know where he learned such a skill, so from a young age, everyone around knew not to mess with Victor Parker."
If this is the topic, Polly, though worried, was willing to listen.
"Your young son is just like him when he was young. But your little son still knows how to smile sometimes. Mr. Parker never smiled as a child, so he seemed always asking for a beating."
"You're all just jealous."
"You could say that."
