After hanging up the phone, Dylan Flack felt conflicted. He secretly agreed with his mom, but he worried that his dad might get angry.
Never mind that, he should plan things out first.
Dylan took out paper and pen, his little chubby hands scribbling and drawing on it, then erasing and editing.
Butler Shelton watched from the side and found it interesting. Although he couldn't see what Dylan was drawing, he thought the young master was very cute, much cuter than his father was at that age.
"Master, what are you drawing? Can I take a look?" Butler Shelton smiled and sat next to Dylan, wanting to see what he had written.
But Dylan wouldn't let him see; he quickly finished writing, folded the paper, and put it into his small bag.
"Butler, I'm going to find my dad." Dylan looked at Butler Shelton, asking for the first time to visit the Flack Group.
There was no way for Butler Shelton to refuse, so he immediately arranged a car and prepared to accompany Dylan.
