C455 CHAPTER455 CALL ME FATHER

Bode Evans clutched his chest, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Sam Moreels had truly gotten under his skin.

Was this even human speech?

The audacity!

The sheer nerve!

To declare himself Ying Ying's godfather?

Sure, if you were pushing seventy or eighty, I might swallow my pride. There's an audience, after all!

But you? You're practically a kid yourself