Chapter 324 Little Uncle, I'm Sorry!

He thought that the four words "no children" from the receptionist's mouth must had been verbatim from Justin Battleson.

So, in the heart of a father like him, they, his children, simply didn't exist.

Or rather, he wished they didn't exist.

With this thought, he inadvertently clenched the napkin in his hand.

His eyebrows slightly furrowed, his face cold, his eyes stared blankly at a certain spot.

The childish face conveyed a sense of estrangement, as if the words "Keep out, strangers" were written across it.

Hank Thompson was sipping from his water cup.

Unfortunately, his eyes happened to catch Cyrus' appearance, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Oh no, would his big brother hit him with that kind of expression?

The saying 'a guilty mind is never at ease' was indeed true. Hank, aware that he almost let slip a moment ago, was now afraid of being hit.