Under the dim light, Patrick Zhuo said this and walked towards the study. Halfway through, he realized that the young man had not caught up with him. He turned around, looking unhappy, and said softly: "Ethan Fu?"
After receiving the call from his father, Grandpa Zhuo turned on the "keep away from strangers" mode, and his body was filled with visible black low pressure. He was extremely impatient. He was supposed to do a lot of calculations and inferences tonight to prepare for tomorrow's test flight, but Zhuo Jing, that Sc*mbag, did such a thing with zero IQ. As a result, now, even Ethan Fu is not moving?
The handsome young man was wearing light-colored pajamas, the simplest and most homely long-sleeved pajamas and pajamas. Logically, there was no S3xiness at all. But Patrick Zhuo knew what kind of body was hidden under the loose pajamas, a body covered with strong and lean muscles, and a slender but powerful waist.
Much more flavorful than that boy.
Ethan Fu leaned against the wall and looked up at him, his eyes clear: "Are you going to lock him out like this?"
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