Mr. Walker, Mr. Walker, Mr. Walker

"You…" Rick's handsome face was distorted, and he gritted his teeth. "Do you really like him?!"

Realizing that the man had misunderstood, Dora hurriedly explained. "No… not that kind of like. It's another kind of like. Do you understand?"

Like is like. What's the difference?

There was a fire in Rick's heart.

Dora stepped forward, stuck to him again, and said very seriously, "Anyway, you have to respect him, OK?"

Rick stared wide in anger.

What?! He had to respect him?!

"Humph!" Rick threw the girl's arm away, turned and walked away quickly.

Dora hurriedly chased after him. "Rickie, are you angry?"

Rick said gruffly, "Don't hold me to sleep tonight!"

"Huh?" Dora wailed. "Don't. I'll be scared if I sleep alone, Rickie…"

In the Smiths' house.

Claire walked to the second floor and was about to enter the room when Phoebe suddenly rushed over and stared at the certificate in her hand, looking crazy.