My Baby’s Daddy

Tony sat in the passenger seat while looking. carefree and leaning on his side as he stared straight at Shirley. She allowed him to scrutinize her; having received training, she had to remain composed even in the face of at major disaster.

“You’re really beautiful, and you’re the type I like. Can I pursue you?” he asked straightforwardly. “I’m not interested in you, Shirley replied before glancing at him. Suddenly, she kind of understood why Zacharias exploded in anger just now. Tony was a troublemaker.

Tony snorted. “So, you’re interested in my uncle, huh? Do you like older men?”

Shirley didn’t want to engage in this conversation, so she remained silent. However, he was quite interested in continuing the chat. “I know my uncle is popular with women, but unfortunately, he doesn’t like women.”

She couldn’t help but ask, “So, does he like men?”

He burst into laughter. “Haha! I really wish my uncle could hear you say that. I want to see how furious he’d become.”

Shirley turned her head and gave him a stern look without saying a word. Tony raised an eyebrow. “It’s not my uncle’s problem for not liking women. He’s just immune to women. As far as I can remember, he has never liked any woman. Of course, he doesn’t like men either. He’s just a cold and ruthless political machine.”

in the affairs of the Flintstone Family. The car entered the Flintstone Residence, proceeded into the garden, and parked outside

followed Shirley. “Hey, Miss. Can I get your contact information? Let’s grab a coffee

when she saw the man sitting on the couch. She immediately came to

sat on the couch and greeted Zacharias reluctantly while covering his swollen face, “Uncle

gaze turned toward him, and a frustrated expression crossed his

They bullied the girl first, so I

clearly the one at fault, yet you still try to justify yourself.” Tony shrugged. “I just went on a date! Is it

immediately shrank back in fear while assuming an apologetic stance. “All right. All right. I promise I won’t ask someone else’s girlfriend out to a bar again. I assure

old already, and you’re not a child anymore. Can’t you have a

and muttered, “I got it.

self-critique. If it’s not good enough, keep writing until it is.” Zacharias imposed it as

Can’t we have a different form of punishment? I don’t want that. I’d rather go out and sweep the streets