Chapter 657: Chapter 657: Thank You for Your Cooperation
Matthew Quach looked at Owen Hanson. "Since you don’t like my sister, could you please move away from her seat? I appreciate your cooperation," he said.
He was very polite, his eyes shiny and black, as if he could truly see whether someone was lying or not.
Owen Hanson felt uneasy under his gaze.
He was initially trying to use the recording of the preview as an opportunity to get closer to Hannah, and then to secure more publicity opportunities. But his plans were disrupted by this little boy.
Owen Hanson felt uncomfortable, but didn’t think it was appropriate to argue with a child. He could only move to Matthew Quach’s original seat.
Between Phoebe Sherton and the boy with the pineapple hairstyle.
Before taking his seat, Matthew Quach straightened out his little uniform. He looked like a tiny and elegant gentleman, extremely proper and dignified.
Hannah’s eyes sparkled. She offered him a piece of candy, "Little friend, do you want some candy?"
Matthew Quach frowned, looked up at Hannah’s face, seemed to recall something, and sourly replied, "I’m not a little kid."
After pondering for a while, he added, "I’m seven years old, 1.3 meters tall, weigh 27 kilos. Based on these statistics, I will be taller than 1.8 meters when I’m eighteen. Therefore, I’m not a little kid."
Hannah’s eyebrows arched. Her voice soft and pleasant, "Alright, little future hunk who will grow to be taller than 1.8 meters, do you want some candy?"
She tilted her head. The indoor light fell onto those amber-like eyes, brilliantly embedding a gleaming radiance. Her porcelain-like cheek bore a dimpled smile—it was captivating.
James Landon stole a glance at her. His dark eyes masked by messy fringe, his hands resting on his knees flinched.
No camera lens could truly capture her attractiveness.
Sitting a seat away, Phoebe Sherton, whom was already restless with anticipation.
Was silently screaming.
I want, I want the pretty sister!
It seemed like Matthew Quach sensed her intense stares. He pursed his lips and corrected her, "It’s taller than 1.8 meters."
The unbending character of a grown-up appeared in the little figure. Nevertheless, he honestly took the candy from Hannah’s hand and stuffed it into his pocket.
What a dishonest little fellow.
Hannah suppressed a laugh, ruffled Matthew Quach’s hair and teased, "Little old man."
Matthew Quach didn’t dodge, but sulkily fixed his disheveled hair. There was resentment in his eyes.
She actually didn’t remember him.
The more Matthew Quach thought, the angrier he became. His face was stone-cold.
After hesitating several times, Phoebe Sherton finally pulled on Matthew Quach’s clothes.
Matthew Quach turned his head, his voice not so pleasant, "What?"
Phoebe Sherton was startled but summoned some courage and pointed at Matthew’s pocket, "Brother Matthew Quach, you said you didn’t like the pretty sister. So, could you give me the candy she gave you?"
Matthew Quach frowned, his stern refusal was ruthless, "No."
Disheartened, Phoebe Sherton’s shoulders sagged.
The pineapple-haired boy kept eating from the start to the finish, showing no interests in the conversations. But he offered Phoebe Sherton a chicken leg, "Do you want to eat it?"
Phoebe Sherton shook her head, "Ladies don’t eat with their hands."
The pineapple-haired boy took a bite and mumbled, "Girls are so difficult."
His chicken leg was greasy, and it dripped onto Owen Hanson’s clothes.
The smile on Owen Hanson’s face immediately hardened. But because the camera was rolling, he endured it.
