Quinnie Doyle sighed deeply.
Now, it was beyond his control.
He could only take things one step at a time.
If Mommy and Daddy really discovered their identities, there was nothing he could do.
Quinnie quickly changed his clothes, preparing to leave the bedroom.
He had just stepped out of the bedroom door with his front foot.
His back foot.
A strong, forceful hand suddenly lifted him by the collar from behind.
Marcus Sharp pursed his lips, staring at the clothes Quinnie was wearing, "Why aren't you in your own room?"
Quinnie fell silent... He wasn't Julian, of course, he wasn't in Julian's room.
Seeing his son silent, Marcus scanned the clothes Quinnie was wearing.
At a glance, they were not the brands he had picked out for his son.
The set of cartoon-patterned clothes his son was wearing now looked quite cute on him.
Marcus pursed his lips, "Don't you like the clothes I picked out for you?"
Quinnie was silent again.