Andrew: "..."
He should be in the dream, not on the phone.
Polly felt goosebumps all over, struggling, she turned around and grabbed his face, "Get lost."
Victor was forced to move back a bit, grabbed her wrist, and pulled the blanket over her, otherwise he would be the one suffering.
"It's just being cursed, it won't kill him."
Polly wrapped herself in the blanket like a ball, leaving only her eyes outside, this really is family.
"Should we just ignore him?" Regarding Michael, Andrew didn't dare to make a decision himself.
"Is he three or eight years old? Doesn't he have his own company? Am I his father?" Speaking of this, Victor suddenly looked at Polly, this woman also called him dad once, so he calmly changed his statement, "Am I his ancestor?"
Andrew shivered, being interrupted in the middle of something good makes a man truly scary.
"Alright then, I won't disturb your rest." Andrew said and was about to end this embarrassing call.
"What about Eden? Any reaction?"
