339: Christopher Robinson Climbs Over the Wall_1
Translator: 549690339
Antony Brown lay in the hospital with gauze wrapped around his head.
John Brown sat by his bedside, looking at him with an indescribable bitterness on his face.
"If you want to fart, just do it. Don't make a face like you're about to cry and can't in front of me."
John sighed and handed him his phone: "Take a look at the news yourself! Everyone's already painted you as a man juggling three girlfriends."
Antony glanced at the news and threw the phone back at John: "Don't worry, even if I were juggling three girlfriends, I wouldn't look twice at a woman like Amelia."
John humphed: "Maybe she wouldn't look twice at you either."
"You're actually still speaking up for that black-hearted woman!" Antony cried out, looking at John's face full of disgust. Without waiting for John to respond, he continued, "What love potion has she given you? Do you know that Amelia is old enough to be your mother in two lifetimes combined?"
Antony had a headache.