Walking up to the evildoer, her tone remains casual.
"Is this what you call 'gone for a few days'?"
Len Hawthorne slightly hooks his thin lips, a luminously beautiful aura emanates from his face.
Under the blazing sun, the wind rustles gently.
The scent of the breeze drifts by.
It carries the mysterious scent of wood.
His voice is mesmerizing, uniquely magnetic, half steady and half lazy, yet it gives a sense of security that is very reassuring.
"Did Little Chloe miss her big brother? You called so many times, big brother rushed over without stopping."
Chloe Stephens looked at the man who had changed somewhat, but her tone remained the same: "No thought of that, I just needed you for something."
Len Hawthorne gives a quiet laugh, "Let's go, big brother will treat you to some fried rice."
"I won't eat."
"What does Little Chloe want to eat? Big brother will make it."
"That celebrity, did you deliberately let him go?"
