The reporters turned their cameras towards him at the sound.
They saw his face, dark and brooding, as he looked at the old Mrs. Wu with a chilling gaze.
In his amber, cold eyes, there wasn't a trace of warmth.
His voice carried a kind of intimidation.
At his words, the old Mrs. Wu, who was yelling and wailing, suddenly fell silent.
The old Mrs. Wu looked over, and upon meeting his gaze, shuddered, "You... you..."
Gerry suddenly curved his lips, giving her a cold smile: "How high was the table in your house?"
The old Mrs. Wu quickly averted her gaze from Gerry, mumbling, "So long ago, I don't remember!"
"A one-year-old girl who can't even walk steadily? Yet, she climbed the table and knocked over the kettle?"
