"Getting angry is a small matter, I'm not afraid of him beating me up, but with such a good excuse to avoid being enslaved, of course I wouldn't foolishly go back."
Chad Yakov stepped forward, smiling and said.
"You've always been full of tricks since you were a child, didn't expect you'd be the same as an adult." Lucas Scott slightly raised his head, his mischievous eyes revealed admiration.
"Uncle Scott, don't blame me, I can say you led me astray, otherwise, I wouldn't have so many tricks." Chad Yakov walked up to Lucas Scott, jokingly said.
"I heard your little company encountered some problems." Lucas Scott placed the towel aside, stood up from the bedside, and turned to look at Chad Yakov.
His tone was full of concern.
"Just a minor issue." Chad Yakov was taken aback, deflecting the weight effortlessly.
