It's... it's just like... like the photo in our house.
Unfortunately, Dad wouldn't let him speak.
A shadow loomed over, and the little bun's eyes widened, his bright eyes shining as if sensing danger, turning dark and baring his teeth.
Mason Nightshade glanced at him, snorted coldly, "You're not that old, but you've got quite the temper, learned a lot of bad habits from Mark Campbell."
This voice...
Aurelia Shaw suddenly looked up, "Mason... Mason Nightshade? What are you doing here?"
Mason Nightshade frowned, hearing her tone, she didn't seem to want him here at all?
"If not me, who do you wish for it to be?"
Jealous over something insignificant again.
"Weren't you at the company? Why are you here?" Aurelia asked suspiciously.
Mason's face showed a flash of unease, but he quickly masked it, speaking naturally, "Just here to handle some matters."
"An amusement park?" The Nightshade Family does have some involvement in amusement parks, "Oh."
