The young master of the Zhong family, who was held in mid-air by the butler, had never been treated like this since he was born, struggling fiercely.
“Bone, let go of me!”
Swearing in his mouth, he couldn’t help spitting at Alana.
Mother Lei frowned, she hadn’t seen any other child with such a lack of education and rules.
Alana gently held the teacup, listened to the childish language, and smiled.
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