"Hey, you little punk, say something! Are you planning to never open your mouth and speak again?"
"Hey, isn't that Scarlett? Scarlett, are you here to see Knox?"
On the hospital bed, no matter how much Pearl Simmons talked, the person who hadn't made a sound or shown any expression suddenly lifted his head and looked towards the door.
The eyes that were previously dull suddenly brightened.
But upon seeing the empty doorway with no one in sight, the light in his eyes dimmed again, and he squinted his peach blossom eyes and gave Pearl Simmons a hard glare.
"Finally, this is good, he can glare at people now, no longer just a poker face." Pearl Simmons, being glared at, was actually quite delighted, clapped her hands, and displayed an expression of gratification.
Knox Simmons glared at her again, gritting his teeth, and spat out his first words in a day and night: "Pearl Simmons, are you bored or what."
