"You seem very reluctant?"
"Anyone with eyes can see that."
"Heh."
Hope sat nearby, listening, and couldn't help but rub her forehead.
Finally, Waylon had had enough and directly shoved the bowl into Liam's hand, "Since you have hands, eat it yourself."
Liam frowned and glanced at the bowl in his hand, then curled his lips and looked at Hope, "Hope Williams, look at him. Such a bad temper, with no patience at all. This kind of man can't be married."
Hope, who was about to drink some water to calm herself, heard this and coughed lightly from choking.
Waylon's facial muscles twitched as he turned to look at Hope, "Did you smell anything?"
"What?"
"Tea aroma."
Hope tugged at her lips, unsure who to look at with her clear eyes.
She just felt that their facial expressions were quite entertaining.
Hope couldn't help but laugh, "The way you two interact, it's a shame you're not brothers."
Liam casually glanced at Waylon, "Could be, I'm the brother, he's the younger one."
