Demarion rolled his eyes and looked at his father confidently. "I didn't mean to damage your reputation!"
"This is the truth!"
Braint nodded faintly at the side. "It's the truth."
Beau: "..."
Did these two brats just look down on their father's level of courting girls?
The man walked over haughtily and leaned elegantly against the sofa, his arms lazily resting on the backrest. "I don't have any love rivals."
"I didn't have any before, and I won't have any in the future."
Demarion and Briant looked at each other, and the two cute babies did not speak tacitly.
At this moment, Beau's phone rang.
The call was from Owen.
"I heard that you have a love rival?"
"Hahaha, I'm so happy! I'm so happy!"
"Beau of the Valentine family, who is the least good at coaxing women, has already had a love rival since he got married more than a month ago!"
