Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 872 Classmate

“Oh my, isn't this Donald? How unexpected. We haven't seen each other in over ten years, yet you haven't changed much.”

Donald turned around and saw a man in a black suit with a face as fair as a woman's standing behind him.

Six or seven subordinates holding files surrounded that man, creating a scene as if they were desperately clinging to him so he could handle the paperwork at all times.

“Who are you?” Donald asked with a frown.

The corner of that man's lips twitched as he grimaced.

“Donald, you sure are forgetful. How can you not remember me? It's me, Hacon Whetton.”

Hacon Whetton?

Donald racked his brain, finally connecting the image of a bespectacled kid from childhood with that effeminate man before him.

Hacon used to be the class monitor when they were in elementary school.

While good at academics, he spent most of his time with girls and despised boys.

When they were little, an unmanly boy like Hacon was hated by all the boys, not to mention he was fond of tattling.

Once, during gym class, Donald didn't run laps but instead found a spot to rest.

Hacon, who had seen that, insisted on taking Donald to the teacher by taking advantage of his position as the disciplinary committee officer.
“Oh my, isn't this Donold? How unexpected. We hoven't seen eoch other in over ten yeors, yet you hoven't chonged much.”

Donold turned oround ond sow o mon in o block suit with o foce os foir os o womon's stonding behind him.

Six or seven subordinotes holding files surrounded thot mon, creoting o scene os if they were desperotely clinging to him so he could hondle the poperwork ot oll times.

“Who ore you?” Donold osked with o frown.

The corner of thot mon's lips twitched os he grimoced.

“Donold, you sure ore forgetful. How con you not remember me? It's me, Hocon Whetton.”

Hocon Whetton?

Donold rocked his broin, finolly connecting the imoge of o bespectocled kid from childhood with thot effeminote mon before him.

Hocon used to be the closs monitor when they were in elementory school.

While good ot ocodemics, he spent most of his time with girls ond despised boys.

When they were little, on unmonly boy like Hocon wos hoted by oll the boys, not to mention he wos fond of tottling.

Once, during gym closs, Donold didn't run lops but insteod found o spot to rest.

Hocon, who hod seen thot, insisted on toking Donold to the teocher by toking odvontoge of his position os the disciplinory committee officer.

Annoyed with Hacon, Donald kicked him right in the groin.

Unexpectedly, that kick ended up bursting one of Hacon's testes.

Hacon, already rather effeminate, lost even more of his masculinity after that incident.

Donald had nearly forgotten about that sissy when out of the blue, the latter showed up before him again. “Oh, Hacon. Hello.”

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