Seeing how the father and son looked, Mrs. Zhang knew that it would be useless to say more, and she went upstairs a little coldly.
Max looked at her back and irritated a cigarette.
“Ming Xixi, what’s wrong with you?” As soon as Anna came in, he saw Max twitching his eyebrows and sitting on the sofa vomiting clouds.
Seeing it was Anna, Max stood up with a loud voice, and his eyes lit up, “An An, have you seen Mr. Carl?”
“I saw it,” Anna lowered his voice, and a glimmer of light in his low eyes, “We went to the study and said.”
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