Byron and Rosalie had no intention of opening the door at all.

Carl was at the door, shouting continuously over and over again.

His voice became more sincere each time, and the fear in his heart increased rapidly.

He looked at his son fiercely, gritted his teeth, and spat. Then, he ruthlessly knuckled his son on the head.

"Ah! Dad, why did you hit me?" the fat boy yelled. He did not know why his father, who had always been fiercer than others, suddenly became so humble.

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