Adrian Davies grabbed Neal Galan's fist and swung him aside.
Then, with frosty eyes, he looked at Neal Galan and interrogated with a voice cold as ice, "What do you think you are? Do you have a say here?"
"You!" Neal Galan, infuriated, clenched his fist and was about to step forward.
Melody Parker grabbed Neal Galan suddenly.
She looked at Neal Galan and spoke on behalf of Adrian Davies, "Neal, he's sick, don't treat him like this!"
Watching Melody Parker holding onto Neal Galan's wrist, the chill around Adrian Davies intensified, and he spoke even more harshly, "I came here to pick up my son, not to watch you two flirt!"
"Flirt?" Neal Galan's brown eyes were filled with anger.
He looked at Adrian Davies, mocking without backing down, "Adrian Davies, your thoughts are filthy, but not everyone is like you."
Adrian Davies sneered, "You're not filthy? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
Neal Galan was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
