This remark was undoubtedly directed at his son.
The man’s voice made the little boy’s face reveal a bit more fear.
"Mr. Shaw, the young master is still very young, a bit playful... apologize later and everything will be fine," another middle-aged man pulled the little boy behind him and quickly pleaded for him.
At this point, the man sighed, thinking how the young master was so adorable, yet... why doesn’t the gentleman love him at all?
Clearly, they are flesh and blood carved from the sa mold, yet he hasn’t shown the slightest bit of concern for this child.
After the butler finished speaking, Yancy Shaw’s expression grew even worse.
"This ti he offended soone not to be trifled with!"
The brat was pestering to see him, so he had the butler bring him over, but he didn’t expect that a little guy only five years old could offend Noah Drexler!
Seeing Yancy Shaw’s stern face, the little boy finally struggled free from behind the butler, walked over to Yancy Shaw’s side, reached out his hand, tugged at his big hand, and suddenly said.
"Dad, you haven’t hugged for a long ti."
Although the servants and the butler around him kept telling him his father loved him very much.
However, he couldn’t understand why his father wouldn’t love him or accompany him like other kids’ fathers, or even hug him very often.
Looking at the small hand, Yancy Shaw’s expression changed slightly, and in the next second, he shook off that little hand and said ruthlessly.
"You caused the trouble, you go handle it!"
"Mr. Shaw..." The butler couldn’t bear it and spoke up, the young master is only five years old, how can he handle those matters.
To treat a five-year-old child in this way is a bit too cruel.
But just after listening to his father’s words, Nathaniel Shaw’s expression on his tender little face suddenly froze.
In the next mont, he wiped away the tears spilling from his eyes with his chubby little hand.
"Dad, I will handle it."
Hearing the little guy’s strong voice, Yancy Shaw finally turned his head and glanced at him.
Only, when he saw that face... so much like his wife’s, he still heartlessly turned away.
"That’s good!"
"The young master is still so young, if sothing happens after handing him over, what will we do?" The butler on the side was full of worry.
"That’s his own business," Yancy Shaw remained indifferent, speaking ruthlessly.
"..."
...
Over ten minutes later.
In the room, Noah Drexler sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, waiting.
anwhile, Sumr Shawcross, watching his current deanor, couldn’t help but feel sowhat worried.
Would he really... want to settle accounts with that mischievous kid who played a prank on her?
Although that little fat boy was quite annoying, she thought at most he should be scolded a few tis and properly educated, but at the mont when she looked at Noah Drexler’s expression, she couldn’t help but feel sothing was wrong.
"Boss, he’s been brought here," the bodyguard’s voice ca from outside the door.
Hearing the voice, Noah Drexler finally turned his cold face towards the door.
A chubby little boy in a small shirt slowly walked in.
When he saw that plump figure, Noah Drexler’s expression darkened even further.
"Is it him?" he frowned, his voice full of displeasure.
Just when he was filled with anger and ready to settle scores with the other party for venting, but coming in was a... seemingly only five or six-year-old chubby kid?!
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