Logan Johnson, with arms folded, leaned against the wall and stared at Quinnie Doyle, "Kid, haven't your parents taught you not to meddle in others' affairs?"
As the last word was spoken,
several youths clad in black uniforms had already surrounded the two kids in the corridor.
Kingsford City.
Shang Qing Garden.
Quiana Doyle stuttered as she repeated the excuses prepared for her by her brother.
Marcus Sharp's gaze, however, remained fixed on her, "I don't like children who lie."
The phrase 'children who lie' caused Quiana's eyes to redden.
The little girl looked at Marcus Sharp with wide eyes, tears almost falling.
Marcus Sharp's gaze darkened, "Those guys are dangerous. You shouldn't have caused a scene."
Sharp didn't linger, he quickly turned and left the hall.
At the entrance,
the driver had already brought the car over at once, "Elder Hayes."
"Go to the Seven Star Hotel."
"Yes."
By the time Quiana followed outside, Marcus Sharp had already driven off.