Bang!
Thomas Shannon slammed the chopsticks on the table surface, his face frosty, and William Westlake stared at him blankly.
In a while, the little body shuffled, snuggling tightly against Sophie Sullivan, "Fennie, William is scared."
Sophie Sullivan reached out to hold William Westlake, fearlessly meeting Thomas Shannon's gaze, "Don't be afraid, Mommy is here."
Thomas Shannon let out a cold snort, looking at William Westlake, who shrunk his neck and hid in Sophie Sullivan's embrace.
"Before I get angry, pick up the milk in front of you and drink it obediently."
William Westlake hummed unhappily, not wanting to drink it.
"I'll count to three. After three counts, if you still refuse to do it yourself, then I'll help you." Thomas Shannon counted leisurely, "Three... two..."
Just then, Sophie Sullivan's mobile phone rang. She took out the mobile phone and patted William Westlake's little cheek, "Let's see who's calling?"
