"Alright, we're going home, going home..." The little girl reached out to wipe the tears from her mother's face, her delicate brows furrowed tightly, and she kept saying, "Mommy, don't cry, don't cry..."
"Okay, Mommy won't cry, let's go home..." Saying this, Crossley Gibson turned around, holding her daughter, and walked towards the hall exit.
At the door stood two men, with a row of bodyguards in black behind them.
"Move aside!" Crossley glared at Nathan, her face tense.
"What if I don't?" Nathan had his hands in his pockets, with a cynical look, glancing at her sideways, his tone full of provocation.
David, on the other hand, was smirking, staring at Crossley, waiting for Nathan's next move.
Without even glancing at him, Crossley strode towards the door, her voice even colder when she reached the two men: "Will you move or not!?"