Honestly, it was convincing.
Because Sylvia raised her hand to hit him in the face and found that it was much easier than hitting the legs.
When Max was sitting on the chair before, she had to tiptoe with great effort to hit his leg.
But now Max took the initiative to lower his head, so Sylvia could slap his hand easily.
Just...
Max's eyes were dark and his face was sharp, which was a little scary.
Facing this face, Sylvia suddenly didn't dare to hit him.
She looked at Max with a timid look on her face. Then she took a step back.
Max could clearly see her small movements.
"What's wrong?"
Sylvia pursed her lips, "What if you fight back?"
Uncle Max was so tall and his hands were so big. She would be fairly painful if Max slapped her with one hand.
The more she thought about it, the more terrified Sylvia felt. She simply turned around and ran toward her brother.