The two of them stared at each other, their aura equally chilly.
In the hall, for a moment, it seemed suddenly enveloped by cold air, the temperature dropped significantly.
Enzo Laurent had no idea what had happened to Ethan Laurent, but suddenly leaving such an important meeting, what would others think?
What kind of propriety is this!
The two stared at each other for a long time, ignoring Enzo Laurent's sullen face like the bottom of a pot. Ethan Laurent's voice was indifferent, "My business, I have my own discretion. Grandpa is at that age where he should be relaxing at home, tending flowers, trimming grass, meeting with friends, why worry so much?"
He spoke casually, but his words sounded quite logical.
However, Enzo Laurent turned green with anger.
Was he despising his own worries as pointless?
Ethan Laurent coldly withdrew his gaze, turned around, and strode out of the house.
He drove fast, heading straight to Summer Ford's apartment near school.
