Teardrops pattered down, Annie Taylor was extremely anxious, trying several times to pull Ronald Loman's shirt out of his belt, but was instead caught by him.
He raised his hand to wipe the teardrops from her face, and whispered, "If you keep groping around like this, I won't be able to resist doing something naughty."
Annie Taylor raised her hand and slapped him on the back of the head, choking up, "At a time like this, you're still fooling around!"
"Stop crying, it's okay, letting him hit me a couple of times won't kill me." Ronald said casually, and Annie lightly bit her lips.
"You brat! Do you have hardened wings now?" Old Sir Loman was still yelling angrily from the side.
Ronald Loman glanced at him indifferently and remained silent.
Old Sir Loman was held back, unable to come over, raised his hand to throw a feather duster over: "Get out! Get out of my sight! Don't ever let me see you in this life! The Loman Family has no place for a disgrace like you!"
