"You've grown up and hardened your wings, feeling itchy, haven't you?"
"Daring to talk to your mom like this, you're just asking for a beating."
"Rose Sawyer, I'm dealing with something special right now, so please straighten your attitude."
Rose Sawyer clenched her fist, looking like she wanted to swing it towards Holly Sawyer, gritting her teeth.
Seriously, no respect for elders at all, Holly Sawyer is really itching for a beating.
"Haven't I always talked with this attitude?"
"Rose Sawyer, I also ask you to correct your attitude, right now I'm your financial backer, be careful or I'll cut off your funding."
Holly Sawyer was particularly confident, staring straight at Rose Sawyer, her tone light.
"Alright then, ancestor."
Rose Sawyer touched her nose, slowly saying.
A great man knows when to yield, speaking humbly isn't impossible.
Holly Sawyer has money, Holly Sawyer is the ancestor, she must yield to money.
Sigh, it really is too tough.
