However, before Harrison Lucas could fully feel pleased, he heard Ben Lucas's cold, stern voice ring out again: "Add another five kilos to the load."
"What…" Harrison's eyes, which had looked cool and composed the next second, almost popped out.
"What, you're not willing?" Ben Lucas lowered his gaze to look him over, taking a slight step closer.
Harrison hurriedly stepped back as if he'd seen some virus or bacteria. "No, no, it's Harrison's fault. Harrison willingly accepts the punishment, everything will be as the Major General orders."
Seeing Harrison's look of wishing he could avoid him like the plague, a cold light flashed across Ben Lucas's long, dark eyes.
"Since you know you were wrong, why aren't you hurrying off—"
Harrison didn't dare delay and slipped away immediately.
...
Just like that, what had been agreed tonight as a morning workout with the young master suddenly turned into extra weighted training as punishment.
