Michael Gallagher lazily lifted his eyelids, his eyes like stars, indifferent as water: "No."
He is not in the mood to meet anyone now.
"That person said they want to ask for your help. If you're willing to help, they will give you a car from their garage as a gift."
Michael looked at the housekeeper a bit surprisingly, with a faintly raised corner of his lips: "What is their identity?"
"It seems that they are deliberately hiding it. They say once you meet them, you will know everything."
The housekeeper also felt somewhat helpless encountering such a situation. The young master hid his identity, and the other party wanted to hide theirs as well. Were there really just a few young masters in Capital City that needed to hide in this manner?
"No need to see them." Michael leaned on the wheelchair, a trace of disdain in his eyes. He was not interested in these hide and seek games.
He moved his hands and feet, furrowing his brows deeply.
This wheelchair was hindering him.
