South Grant felt the pain and realized it wasn't a dream.
She mumbled a couple of times, then reached out and pushed Nathan Foster away.
"Uncle, why are you here?"
"There's a training session here, so I stopped by." Nathan Foster propped his arms on either side of her face, looking down at her like this.
At this moment, she squinted slightly, just waking up, giving off a lazy and enchanting vibe.
This was something inherent, not deliberate.
Although she hadn't removed her makeup before sleeping last night and still wore her usual male makeup, her demeanor and eyes revealed her feminine charm at this moment.
"Yesterday, when I came, you didn't mention there was training. Tell me, did you abuse your power and deliberately arrange for people to train here?" South squinted her eyes and asked Nathan.
Always feeling like he was up to something.
Nathan didn't respond to her question but stared at her, looking stern.
"Are you just living in a tent with a bunch of men like this?"
