"Get lost!" Thomas Shannon roared, sending the doctor flying with a kick.
The doctor rolled on the ground, quickly got up, packed his dical box, and left without stopping.
"So angry? Did the maniac bite you, and you’re holding a grudge?"
Thomas Shannon found that no matter how he looked at William Guillen today, he found him irritating. The dissatisfaction in his heart was intensifying.
"Guillen Junior, are you tired of living?"
Hearing "Guillen Junior," the corner of William Guillen’s mouth twitched slightly. "Thomas Shannon, you’re ruthless!"
Only Young Master Shannon dared to make fun of his nickna!
As the second-born of the Guillens, he had been bullied a lot as a child because of that nickna.
As he gradually grew up, he started hanging out with Thomas Shannon and began his rise.
With his handso and harmless appearance, he gained a following of many young female fans.
The servant brought the freshly brewed hot tea. William Guillen frowned in disgust. "Bring out the good wine from your young master’s wine cellar."
The servant looked at Thomas Shannon. "Young Master?"
Thomas Shannon’s lips curved into a smirk as he gave William a cold glance. "You want to drink with that insolent mouth of yours? Serve the tea properly and be grateful."
William Guillen: "..."
This guy, still so vengeful!
Since he couldn’t get the good wine, Young Master Guillen had to settle for the tea. He sniffed it lightly and took a sip. "In the end, it doesn’t have the fragrance of wine."
A cushion ca flying, hitting him right in the face!
William Guillen narrowly moved the teacup aside, avoiding the embarrassnt of being splashed with hot tea himself.
He clicked his tongue twice. "Thomas, did you eat gunpowder or sothing?"
"Guillen Junior, your mouth is especially insolent today!"
William Guillen put down the cushion, leisurely drank his tea, and then raised his eyelids. "How did the maniac faint at Fluffy Zane’s birthday banquet?"
"Lost control."
"Really lost control?"
Thomas Shannon stared at him coldly. "Do you think the nickna ’Maniac’ is just for fun?"
"Isn’t it just a nickna you, Young Master Shannon, particularly enjoy giving?"
William Guillen even deliberately listed examples: "Little Fool, Little Rascal, Little Turtle, Little..."
Another cushion flew over.
Young Master Guillen, quick of eye and hand, caught it, a cheeky, punchable grin on his face. "Aren’t these the nas you, Young Master Shannon, ca up with?"
"OW."
Harry, having just returned from his wanderings outside, announced his arrival with a ow.
He sauntered elegantly, jumped onto the sofa, and was about to snuggle into Thomas Shannon’s embrace.
Before he could land, his master rcilessly flung him away.
Harry was stunned. His body ford a parabola in the air... THUMP!
He landed perfectly in Young Master Guillen’s arms.
Harry let out a weak ow, his claws digging tightly into Young Master Guillen’s arm, the very picture of ’Baby is so scared, please hold .’
William Guillen bent down, teasing Harry. "Harry, your master ate gunpowder today, so don’t provoke him. Otherwise, you’ll beco a roasted whole cat, understand?"
Harry imdiately cowered in his arms, looking for comfort and petting.
Thomas Shannon found this dull. Wanting to go upstairs to check on the maniac, he stared coldly at William Guillen. "Why haven’t you left yet?"
Only Young Master Shannon could issue an eviction order so brazenly and with such self-assurance!
"What did I do wrong that you’re in such a rush to kick out?"
"I don’t like the sight of you."
William Guillen: "..."
Thomas Shannon, you’ve really gone too far!
"If you’re asking about Fluffy Zane, you can forget it. I won’t tell you. If you want to know, go see for yourself."
With that, Thomas Shannon stood up and elegantly ascended the stairs.
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