"Riley Thompson, when did you return? Why didn't you tell me in advance? You rascal, wait until the game is over, let's have a drink together!" Lily Shaw happily hugged this charming young man, showing a big smile as she spoke.
The handsome young man referred to as "Riley Thompson" was displeased, pulling her out of his arms and pinching her cheek: "Lily, don't ever call me Riley Thompson again! And you're not my sister!"
Lily Shaw didn't pay him any mind. This eighteen-year-old brat's words held no authority at all.
"Riley Thompson, Riley Thompson, Riley Thompson! Hahaha!"
Roy Thompson pinched her lips, raising his eyebrows with a smug smile, "Hmph, let's see how you call me now!"
