"Maniac!"
Sophie Sullivan suddenly raised her head and saw Thomas Shannon's gloomy face. Guiltily, she tossed Harry from her embrace.
Harry, who had rolled on the sofa a few times before stopping, cried out to Sophie as if wronged.
Stupid human, you hurt your majesty!
Sophie smoothly stroked her hair. "Are we leaving now?"
Thomas Shannon glared at her gloomily, then came to the sofa and held Harry in his arms.
Harry, like a little prince, looked unbearably aggrieved, his small head persistently nuzzling into Thomas Shannon's embrace, as if seeking protection.
Thomas Shannon raised his hand to smooth Harry's fur, then swept his cold eyes over Sophie. "Repeat what you said just now to scare Harry."
"Did I say anything?" Sophie tilted her head slightly, blinking innocently. "You must have misheard."
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that this ugly face and your hoarse, duck-like voice don't suit acting cute?"
Sophie was speechless.
An arrow struck her chest out of nowhere!
