"Auntie, come on, get up, aren't you interested in the food on this table?" Julion Johnsons said with interest, pointing to the delicious-smelling rabbit meat in the small pot.
The words he used were exactly the same as those of Arthur Lindsey.
Yet Winny Johnsons didn't dare to even glance at it, clutching her head, squatting on the ground, and buzzing like a fly, "I... I won't eat the food from charity."
"Didn't expect you to have some spine?"
Ordon Finnegan's pitch-black eyes flashed a snow-white edge, and his powerful presence commanded, "Mr. Lindsey offers you food as a reward, and you dare to defy him!"
Huffing as if he were the messenger of the King himself.
Scared, Winny Johnsons scurried off, trying to run away, but Ordon Finnegan blocked her escape route with his legs, pressing her further, "Are you scared? Why don't you dare to eat?"
