"You..." Ranulf Perry was so angry his face was green, "Having no respect for your elders, is this how your mother taught you?"
"My mom just taught me to treat others the way they treat me, being a goody-two-shoes gets you no gratitude!" Wyatt Perry tossed the money onto the coffee table, crossed his legs, and slowly savored his fragrant tea.
Ranulf Perry pocketed the money, cursing, "Damned brat!"
"Hmph." Wyatt Perry took a sip of the tea, the bitterness filling his mouth, and the cold smirk at the edge of his lips turned into a bitter smile.
Claudia Ross ran up to Wyatt Perry, sitting down close beside him, "I won't fight with others anymore."
"Why?" Wyatt Perry raised an eyebrow. If she wouldn't fight, would she allow herself to be mistreated?
"Being university lecturers, fighting just shows how lacking in quality we are. From now on, if I don't like someone I'll just slap them to show I'm good with both the pen and the fist!"