Patrick’s eyebrows twitched, there was a cynicism, and his eyes were three-pointed cold and dry.
He looked at Fiona unhurriedly, waiting for the little fool’s answer.
He heard Fiona’s soft voice, “I really don’t like impolite people.”
There was a moment of stagnation in the eyebrows, and then bursts of cold flowed out, and the eyelashes trembled lightly.
Sure enough, he knew that he was such a useless rubbish, no one in this world looked up to him, even the little fools were very clear.
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