Flynn’s desire to win or lose was thoroughly aroused, and he would return to work in minutes to fight his life.
Tessa sat down, ordered him warm water, looked at the blue-gray under the eyes of the youth, and felt very distressed, “Dad, are you staying up again?”
Flynn lowered his head and drank water, his Adam’s apple rolled, and his voice revealed an imperceptible guilty conscience. “No.”
Fu listened to silence, and looked at him with big dark eyes.
Flynn couldn’t stand it immediately, wiped his lips, and said honestly, “I’m busy with work these days.”
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