"Hmm?"
Thomas Shannon casually raised his eyelids, "Is there something else?"
"Hand over the doctor!"
Thomas Shannon stood up, and due to the height difference, he easily looked down at her, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Are you still pretending to be clueless with me?"
Sophie Sullivan reached out, her arm crossing the desk, grabbing onto his shirt collar.
"Meow." Harry was startled, tucking his head into Thomas Shannon's embrace.
"Fennie, when you speak, you need evidence. You falsely accuse me without proof, should I admit it?"
Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath, her cold eyes fixed on Thomas Shannon, "You're ruthless."
She stepped back two steps, staring at him intently, "No matter what tricks you want to play, I'm telling you, you'd better not harm him."
Thomas Shannon's thin lips curled slightly, looking at her with a mocking smile.
