Turning his head coldly to give Summer Sutton a glare, he gritted his teeth and forced out, "Summer Sutton, do you believe I'll hit you?"
Is there anything he can't do?
How could Summer not believe it?
"Hurry up!" Summer jogged towards him, pushing him towards the small path on the left.
The roads in the small village were difficult to walk on, especially at night without lights; it felt like walking a runway. If you lost balance slightly, you could step into the adjacent field.
Watt Bennet had a nasty expression on his face the whole way, every time he twisted his ankle, he would turn his head and glare fiercely at Summer.
Summer was scared of him, afraid that he would really hit someone when he lost his temper, so she kept a distance from him.
The night had a faint moonlight.
The misty moonlight added some brightness to the mountain night.
