Ryan Smith is such a jerk, he wasn't interested at first, but as soon as he heard Erin Ginger say that, he got excited.
"Did you two have a fight?"
"..." Erin shot Ryan a glance, then went back to eating, ignoring him.
The look was exactly like when Edward Stephens was annoyed.
Ryan couldn't help but suppress a laugh, for some reason, his liking for this little guy increased a bit.
"What's going on between you two? Your uncle has been through it all. He's good at comforting women. Talk to your uncle properly, and I'll give you some advice."
Erin lowered his head and drank his porridge, his tone indifferent: "No need."
"Really no need?"
"No need."
Ryan felt hurt.
He clicked his tongue softly, lazily leaning back in his chair, sighed: "Your uncle, myself, is quite the popular figure now, being sent to this godforsaken island to eat scraps, and yet, you and your mom bully me."
Erin lifted his head and looked at Ryan: "Did Daddy send you to find us?"
