At the commanding words, the man showed no surprise.
He slightly smirked, an elegant curve emerging from the corner of his mouth. "A'er, you've been following me all this time, yet you behave more and more like my brother."
Faced with his joke, the black-clothed man called "A'er" remained silent, seemingly already used to the man's temperament.
After a moment, A'er suddenly said, "Young Master, this is the second time you've slipped away from the island recently. The eldest master might be getting angry."
"You have a good memory," the man smiled. "What, are you afraid my brother will punish you?"
"Young Master, your health is not well. The eldest master is just worried about you," A'er said.
"Let's go back." The man paused, saying calmly.
A'er stepped forward and pushed his wheelchair, moving at a steady pace.
"A'er, stop."
Suddenly, the man spoke.
His eyes narrowed, focusing on the two people walking side by side not far away.
"Young Master!"
