I Hate Her!

After Paul and Indra left, the large room immediately became empty and silent.

Merry carefully looked at Chris' face and tilted her head. "Brother, why don't you trust your own father? If it wasn't for him today, I might be really in trouble with that woman." 

At this time, Chris slowly calmed down.

After thinking about it, there was a wave of irritation in his heart.

Did he really misunderstand his father?!

Merry looked at Chris' cold face, tiptoed and rubbed his cheek. "Don't be so serious, Uncle just pretended to be angry with you!"

Chris. "..."

He sighed, pulled Merry's little hand, and dragged the chair next to him, then carried the little girl on his lap as he sat down. "Did Emma bother you?"