Seeing the man acting like a coward, Scarlett Yates spat disdainfully, yanked Stella Nelson's hand away, rushed to the door, and shouted, "Fine, I'm waiting for you. If you don't come back, you're my grandson. If you're really capable, don't be a coward."
"Just you wait..."
Max Quinn ran swiftly, like there was a ghost chasing him, while glancing back over his shoulder every so often.
Bang—
On his third glance back, he accidentally stepped on a banana peel on the ground and immediately fell in a "hungry dog eating crap" posture.
Scarlett Yates couldn't help but laugh gleefully, cursing as she laughed, "Serves you right, you bastard."
"Scarlett Yates, have you laughed enough?" a voice with an indistinct tone interrupted her wild and triumphant laughter.
Scarlett Yates was taken aback.
"You've cursed and you've hit, you should have vented enough. Isn't it time to sit down and have a decent meal?"
