"Knock, knock!" The room door suddenly sounded.
Immediately, someone pushed the door open.
Harrison Yale walked in alone from outside, the wind blowing in from the window carried a distinct smell of smoke, and his brows furrowed instantly.
"I asked you to come up and change clothes, but instead, you find yourself alone smoking." Harrison Yale walked in, saw the scene in front of him, and his facial expression went cold.
He has only one younger brother, who just won't let people worry.
If you really can't let go, then bring her back.
Why act all dead and deep by yourself?!
Can being deep fill your stomach?
Can being deep get you a wife to hold?
No wonder there's a saying: Those who end up single have only themselves to blame!
"Molly's back?" Chad Yakov leaned slightly against the guardrail, stood slightly upright, saw Harrison Yale come in, and turned his head to look at him.
His facial expression was calm, but he gave a shake of his hand to lessen the smoke smell on him.
