Roman Frost's expression shifted slightly.
Hearing him suddenly raise his voice, Liam Cloud lazily raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, "What's the excitement about? You like her?"
"How could I..." Roman Frost denied flatly, his unnatural expression mixing with a hint of distraction.
Liam Cloud casually looked away, "Oh, that's really a pity then."
Liam Cloud didn't touch his chopsticks, his gaze fell on Olivia, thinking how troublesome a little kid was.
"Are you full?"
Olivia, with her little hands holding the bowl, looked at Liam Cloud with her round eyes, nodded, then shook her head.
The little girl was obviously scared by his not-so-gentle voice.
Zoey Sanders continued serving Olivia some food, "It's okay Olivia, eat, don't mind that naughty... uncle."
"It's daddy..." the little girl stubbornly corrected Zoey Sanders.
Zoey Sanders paused, looked up at Liam Cloud.
Liam Cloud wasn't looking at them, as if he had given up trying to correct a title he didn't care about.
