Wyatt Lewis looked at Waylon Lewis and laughed without holding back.
Seeing his big brother's frustrated face, he couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Hahaha, who would have thought that President Lewis, who strikes fear in the business world, would one day be kicked out by his wife to sleep in the living room."
Waylon Lewis remained expressionless in the face of Wyatt's laughter.
But when he looked up at Wyatt, Wyatt froze abruptly, and the smirk on his face vanished instantly.
Waylon Lewis lifted his hand and motioned with two fingers for Wyatt to come over.
Wyatt looked at Waylon's face, stood there resisting for a long time, and said awkwardly, "No, come on bro, it's the middle of the night, perfect for brotherly love, not suitable for violence. Mainly don't want to wake up mom and dad by hitting me."
Waylon Lewis raised an eyebrow, "Come here."
"Huh?"
"You want me to come over?"
