Little An swallowed hard and said without much backbone, "You..."
Earlier, he could vent his anger at Wyatt Perry because Mark Reed and Claudia Ross were around, but now, with no one backing him, he had to be prudent and adaptable.
The little guy conceded, and only then did Wyatt Perry's expression slightly soften, the anger in his eyes rapidly extinguishing, replaced by a cold, icy demeanor.
"Who do you like better, Mark Reed or me?"
A man in his thirties still fussing over such childish questions, giving a hard time to a young kid.
Sorry, Godfather.
Little An lowered his head and reluctantly answered, "You..."
"Will you meet Mark Reed again?" Wyatt Perry asked, his gaze extremely sharp, as if carrying a warning.
Little An dared not defy him, meekly replied, "I won't see him again."
"Hmm." Only then did a faint smile appear on Wyatt Perry's face, but his eyes remained sharp and cold.
