Alex Brock's pupils suddenly tightened, his fists tightened, and he stared at Max Andrews for a long time, then suddenly kicked over the trolley that the flight attendant had put here.
All kinds of things were smashed into a ball, and the sound of "clanging" broke up thoroughly.
So is the human heart.
Alex Brock turns and stares at an expressionless Max Andrews. "Who did I kill for you to do this to me?"
Max Andrews moved his eyelashes and pulled out a sarcastic laugh. "What are you pretending to be?"
She pointed hard to her chest. "Here, this heart beating in your chest, are you satisfied with it?"
Alex Brock's expression loosened slightly.
"Jason's heart, the heart you stole from him!" Max Andrews shouted angrily with all his strength! Are you satisfied with it?
Those hate-soaked eyes wanted to poke holes in him.