Wesley and Aaron's brows jumped fiercely, and they instinctively moved toward a corner.
Only Hope Williams dared to sit beside this guy, who emitted an aura of chilliness.
Liam Cloud glanced at the empty wine glass on the table, took it, and poured a glass of juice for Hope Williams, then personally handed it to her.
"Don't you want a drink?" he asked.
Hope took the glass, looked at him, "Why are you in a worse mood than me?"
"I'm upset."
"Who made you upset?"
Liam stared at her.
Hope pursed her lips and, holding the juice, said, "Fine, I apologize to you, okay?"
"No need."
"Why are you so contrary?" Hope said helplessly and drank down the juice in her glass.
"My biggest hobby is being difficult, and my biggest illness is being crazy, do you have a problem with that?"
Hope was taken aback by his emotion for a moment and then, coming to her senses, shook her head, "No problem, as long as you're happy."
"I'm not happy."
A bit helpless!
"I'm going to the restroom."