A few more people stopped in their tracks, subconsciously touching their own faces.
HISS—
That's gotta hurt!
Surprisingly, a hint of sympathy appeared in everyone's eyes.
"Chloe Sinclair, you're dead! I'm definitely telling my dad about this! When I do, I'll make him beat you to death!"
At his words, Chloe Sinclair suddenly laughed.
Seeing Ryan Sinclair's cheeks, swollen like buns, she abruptly let him go, pulled a wet wipe from her pocket, and disdainfully wiped her hands.
Ryan Sinclair, who had stumbled back several steps, finally regained his footing. But when he saw her gesture, he was so furious he felt like his lungs would explode.
His index finger trembled as he pointed at Chloe Sinclair, unable to speak for a long moment.
Suddenly, Chloe Sinclair looked up and said, "Ryan Sinclair, you turned eighteen last month, didn't you?"
Ryan Sinclair's gaze was wary. He stared at Chloe Sinclair without saying a word.
