"Young master, you're back." Butler Fang took a step forward, habitually taking the car keys from his phone.
Bryan White nodded to him and then addressed the three people on the sofa, "What are you all chatting about so happily?!"
Ose Owen and Crossley Gibson turned their heads. Seeing him, they both had smiles that practically made their eyes shine, which made Bryan White even more puzzled.
"What's up?" He looked at Theodore White, "Dad, you're home early from work today?"
"The meeting ended earlier..." Old Sir White picked up the coffee on the coffee table, took a sip, his eyes fixed on his son, his eyebrows almost curving into a smile, "Besides, it's your first arranged date today, I wanted to know how it went, so I came back early to wait..."
Upon hearing this, Ose Owen and Crossley Gibson burst into laughter simultaneously. Bryan White furrowed his eyebrows slightly; so they were discussing this matter, no wonder their looks had a hint of ambiguity.
