Everyone turned their heads at the sound, only to see Jordan Thompson pinching the small teacup in his hand, huddling on the side, sipping the tea inside.
Because the tea was really too hot, he could only make some faint sounds.
Seeming to realize that people were looking at him, Jordan lifted his head slowly.
"Uh, I burned myself..."
And Mr. Thompson realized that there was another thing to get angry about.
He directly reached out and pinched Jordan's ear, causing him to lift a bit, and the pain made Jordan instantly grimace and cry out.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! What is it? What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? Would you, this brat, come back if you didn't have something going on?"
Mr. Thompson knew the moment he saw Jordan that he must be hiding something from him.
"Ow, Grandpa, why do you make me sound so cold-hearted?"
Finally managing to escape from Mr. Thompson's clutches, Jordan covered his ear, feeling very wronged.
Could today be the day of my torment?
