Oh my!
Damian Sinclair actually dared to question her abilities as a mother? Is he deliberately picking a fight again?
Bella Acker snorted, "Mr. Sinclair, how I teach my daughter seems to be my business and has nothing to do with you, right?"
Damian Sinclair frowned.
Bella Acker couldn't be bothered with him anymore, picked up her favorite dishes, and headed towards the barbecue.
The little girl watched Bella leave, then looked up at the silent Damian Sinclair, thinking this uncle's affection for mommy seemed a bit pathetic.
"Uncle, you shouldn't talk to mommy like that." Talia said seriously, "Mommy has a soft heart, if you act pitifully, she won't be mad at you."
Damian Sinclair didn't know how to respond. In his thirty-three years of life, he had never acted pitiful in front of anyone.
The little girl shook her head, thinking that although this uncle was handsome, his emotional intelligence was low, and he didn't even know how to pursue a girl.
