"Of course I like him." Alexander spoke openly, "Uncle Davis is really nice, and he knows a lot of stuff. He plays chess with me and teaches me how to build racing car models. Also, his temper is much better than yours..."
Alexander whispered.
A better temper than him?
Could it be that his temper is really bad?
Asher Land remained silent for a long time.
"Uncle, are you asleep?" Alexander noticed Asher Land didn't respond, so he asked aloud.
"Alright then, if you're sleeping, I'm going to sleep too." Alexander pulled the blanket over his head, "Goodnight, Uncle."
His muffled voice came from under the covers.
Goodnight.
Asher Land opened his lips but no sound came out.
...
It was probably one or two in the morning when Sophie Smith turned over and suddenly felt her hand seem to touch something. Her body trembled, just about to scream, but a voice stopped her in advance.
"Keep it down, it's bad if the son hears," Asher Land whispered in her ear.
