Considering Snowball's mood, she softly said, "Snowball, letting him in isn't impossible, but he has to personally ask me."
"Is it to make Daddy ask Mum?"
"Yes."
"Snowball knows." Snowball turned around and ran.
Sophie Sullivan worriedly advised behind her, "Snowball, slow down!"
Whether she heard or not, Sophie Sullivan only saw Snowball's two short little legs running fast, the thirty-plus-meter distance covered quickly as she arrived next to Thomas Shannon.
The little fellow stretched out her hand to be held, and Thomas Shannon cooperatively bent down to scoop the little ancestor into his embrace. Snowball said something to him, and Thomas Shannon's gaze looked over.
The distance was too far, Sophie Sullivan was uncertain about what expression was on his face at this very moment.
Displeasure or anger?
William Westlake cradled Sophie Sullivan's face with his little hands, "Fennie, should naughty father ask you?"
