Harrison Lucas stood at attention and saluted, "Report, sir. I am now heading to the playground for weight training."
Ben Lucas squinted, his narrow eyes revealing a hint of danger, "I just said that the offense you made this morning is forgiven, no further punishment needed."
"Yes, sir. But now I am carrying out the weight-bearing speed march you scheduled yesterday. You said today's task is to carry 30 kilograms, march six kilometers without obstruction, and complete it within twenty-five minutes!"
Harrison Lucas's voice was firm, his gaze directly forward, landing right at Ben Lucas's chest.
She had a completely businesslike attitude, not forgetting the task assigned yesterday, even though the young master let her off once this morning.
Ben Lucas's deep, dark eyes glinted fiercely, clearly enraged.
Very well, Harrison Lucas, trying to play tricks with him.
