Chapter 368: The Mistress of Our Zhekova Family
Who would have thought that just as he moved his foot, Wyatt Kirk suddenly clung to his leg.
Adrian Zhekova: "..."
Normally, if it was his son Morgan who clung to his leg, it'd be fine.
After all, it's his own son.
But what the hell was up with Wyatt Kirk?!
"Brother Adrian!" With deep sincerity, Wyatt clung to Adrian's leg, "It was all my fault. I was wrong!"
Wyatt almost burst into tears.
Cindy Clarke secretly whispered to Morgan, "Look, your uncle is so scared that he cried."
Wyatt's sobbing paused for a moment.
He wasn't really crying.
What's more, was it possible for him to be bullied enough to cry by a four-year-old kid?
Was that how you bullied someone?
Upon hearing Cindy's words, Wyatt almost wailed aloud.
He truly felt miserable.
Adrian couldn't help but twitch the corner of his eye.
He thought that Wyatt was really talented.
In a public place like this, in front of so many people, Wyatt didn't care about losing face at all.
Not everyone could do that.