George Stanford didn't know where he got a few roasted chicken legs from and was shakily throwing them towards Gabby, who sat not far in front of him.
With each chicken leg thrown, Gabby raised her head, opened her mouth, and caught one.
Every catch was accurate, each mouthful a sure shot.
Sophie Sullivan leaned casually against the doorframe, watching George Stanford and teased, "Hey, Old Mr. Stanford, aren't you afraid of Gabby anymore?"
Upon hearing this, George Stanford saw her and immediately stretched out his index finger, tremblingly pointing at the tip of her nose, "You ungrateful thing, why do you always bring this tiger to scare me? If not for these chicken legs, it would be eating me now..."
"Hahaha..."
Sophie Sullivan laughed heartlessly; Old Mr. Stanford's cowering appearance was just too comical for her to control herself.
