"This is Felix Shaw, Uncle Felix,"
Nicholas Croft wrapped his arm around Sophie Foster and looked at Felix Shaw, Sophie grinning mischievously, "Hello, Uncle Felix, I must say, you're really handsome," Sophie said sweetly, like honey from her lips. Felix Shaw smiled proudly, raising his finger to point at Sophie, as if to say she had good taste.
But then Sophie continued, her face turning cold with disdain, "But you're not very good with words. If it weren't for our harmonious society today, you might have been beaten up by the mob countless times."
"Lara, speaking like that is not cute at all," Felix Shaw pretended to be upset and sighed. Sophie, however, blinked innocently and said, "Uncle Felix, please don't be self-deceptive, okay? I'm just telling the truth."
"Haha…" As Sophie's words fell, Evander Lancaster, who was next to her, burst out laughing and asked Nicholas Croft, "Bro, where did you pick up this darling? She's so adorable!"
