"It's truly the union of Arlo Seys and Ariel Morris! Such a sharp tongue for the sake of food! Yet, he still has that 'I'm a noble gentleman' aloof demeanor!"
Ryan Seys got hold of the watermelon he had been longing for, scooped it up with a small spoon, and sent it into his mouth, savoring it with elegant manners. After a few bites, satisfied, he scooped up another piece and extended it towards Jose Floyd, "Here, have a taste, Uncle."
"Your tongue sure changes tunes quickly!" Jose Floyd glared coldly at Ryan's calm and indifferent face.
"Auntie is more important than watermelon! I won't sell out Auntie!" Ryan kept a serious look and stood up, standing at the very top of the sofa to feed Jose the watermelon.
Ryan was still young, standing on the very top of the sofa with the bowl, his body started to sway, scaring himself pale: "Uncle! Uncle! Save me!!"
