Jenson raised an eyebrow at him, continuing to irritate him: "Look at this temper, you're really just a small-town kid!"
"You!" Silas trembled as he pointed at her.
Jenson leaned back on the sofa, gently flipped her long hair, smiling brightly and adorably, "What do you mean, little brother, I'm kindly advising you, don't lose your mind. If your little brother is that useless, you might as well just cut it off before it rots away!"
With that, she burst into a fit of giggles.
Silas was completely enraged.
But at this moment, he calmed down, looking at Jenson, a dangerous gleam in his eyes, the corners of his lips curled into a cold smile: "I have no interest in arguing with a woman lacking charm! Just eat your meal quietly, don't force me to get physical!"
Indeed, she's from Faye's family, really mean-mouthed.
Jenson glared at him fiercely: "Get physical? I'd say you get subtle!"
Silas: "..."
The two stared at each other, their eyes flashing like lightning.
