Injured

Didn't Franklin praise him just now? Why was he trying to undermine him now? He was being ridiculed by this little brat.

What the hell was she laughing at! Quinn kicked Franklin's seat angrily, leaving behind a gray footprint.

"Franklin, am I your biological brother?!"

"Hmm...you have to ask mom and dad about this. Maybe I'm not?"

For the first time, Franklin made a joke, but Quinn was unable to laugh.

He wanted to establish a strong image in front of Lauren, but when Franklin said that, he felt like a balloon poked by a needle.

After mocking Quinn, the atmosphere in the car was obviously not as serious. However, no one took the initiative to speak.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the air was constantly flowing. Lauren's sensitive nose smelled the smell of rust.

Was someone bleeding? Lauren gathered her spiritual sense again to search for the source of this smell.