When Milo appeared in the hospital, Lucas, who was a few years older than him, felt an indescribable sense of oppression.
He didn’t dare to look into the eyes of the man Milo, only lowered his head: “Milo, I’m sorry, I didn’t take Joseph well.”
Milo has really rare green eyes. He looked at Joseph lying on the bed with transparent eyes like opals. The tone is elegant and low, but cold to the bone: “What did Joseph do?”
Lucas touched his head: “We had a little car accident and Joseph had to hit someone else. He touched the steering wheel when I stopped him and hit the flowerbed-unfortunately he passed out. I remember you said that we can’t cause trouble in the Imperial City.”
Milo slowly raised his head to look at Lucas.
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