The force was too strong, and a lot of fruit juice scattered from inside the quilt.
Just right or not, it splashed onto Thomas Shannon.
The white shirt immediately showed scattered stains.
He raised an eyebrow, "My hands are dirty, please feed me."
Sophie Sullivan snorted, "Drink if you like, I'm done serving you!"
After speaking, she turned around with the fruit juice and left.
"Snowball, come help Dad..."
The man's despicable voice rang out, and Sophie immediately turned around without thinking, softly warning, "Are you crazy?"
Thomas Shannon shrugged innocently, "You won't help, so I have to ask Snowball for help."
After speaking, he even looked at her with a "What's wrong with that?" expression.
Sophie leaned down, staring at him sitting on the sofa, pulled down her sunglasses and glared at him, "Thomas Shannon, would you die if you didn't use Snowball?"
