Mark Manning looked at him, face full of resentment: "Mr. Bennett, waiting for you has been so painful."
He came early in the morning, and eventually waited until the afternoon.
Thankfully, the secretary ordered lunch for him.
Otherwise, he'd be starving by now.
Mason Bennett withdrew his gaze and went directly behind the desk.
He took off his jacket and hung it on the nearby coat rack.
"Is there something you need?"
Hearing the cold tone, Mark Manning just felt aggrieved.
All day long, he had been worrying about Mason's Sacred Body, yet he was not treated well.
"Routine examination." He spoke resentfully.
Mason Bennett was taken aback by what he heard, glancing at the calendar on the side.
"Isn't the examination at the beginning of the month?" he asked.
Over these years, Mark Manning would give him a check-up every month, but always at the start of the month.
It had never changed.
