Chapter 628

Bryson remained silent, staring fiercely at Brendan. He was ready for a battle to defend his territory. Brendan tossed his towel aside and smirked. "So, it's a chess match again? Come on, I'm not afraid of a three-year-old." Actually, Bryson was only two and a half years old; he wasn't even three yet. Seeing Brendan's confidence, Bryson rolled up his sleeves and showed his little muscles. Naomi interpreted his actions, saying, "Bryson wants an arm wrestling match." Brendan laughed, rolling up his sleeves and sitting at Bryson's desk. "Alright, let's arm wrestle then." Watching Bryson confidently sit across from Brendan, Naomi couldn't help but sigh. "Bryson, you're biting off more than you can chew!" Ten minutes later, Bryson was silently crouched in the corner, facing away from Naomi and Brendan. Despite trying his best for ten minutes, he hadn't won a single round. He had come close to winning a few times, but Brendan had suddenly pushed his arm down each time. Of course, Br