Chapter 970

• As she saw the person in front of her clearly, Little Sweet Pomelo's fist had already landed on Tim Randall's nasal bone. Tim Randall instinctively dodged and withdrew some of the force, otherwise his nose might have been broken today.
• Tim Randall breathed a sigh of relief, "Murdering your own brother?"
• Little Sweet Pomelo pouted, "You're not my real brother, you're just a pretend brother." Tim Randall was stunned at her words, then couldn't help but smile and touch Little Sweet Pomelo's nose, "You're just a little girl."