Young Master Hayden suddenly paused his rapid clicking, lowered his phone, stood up, and stretched his body.
Immediately, Hayden’s green eyes fell on Zenos, who was situated behind the computer, with Zenos’ finger rapidly clicking on the keyboard.
Hayden’s green eyes lit up, and he conveyed, "Zen, I'll go open the door."
Immediately, Hayden turned his back to Zenos and began to bounce toward the door, his lips curved up and his eyes shining with a wicked glint.
Upon hearing Hayden’s sentence, Zenos' brows furrowed and his expression turned grim, understanding one thing: Hayden was eagerly leaving because he wanted to open the door for that punk.
Zenos’s eyes turned cold, and he leaned back, his finger tapping the edge of the seat rhythmically. He eyed the boy’s back, his lips drawn in a line.
Isn’t Hayden too eager to fetch that boy named Justin? There are numerous guards who can lead Justin in. Clearly, Hayden doesn’t need to.
