Those young ladies who only know how to spend money, eat, drink, and have fun, can't lift a shoulder, can't lift a hand, what use are they?
Marry them just to display them like a vase?
And constantly make yourself angry?
No, no, that picture is too beautiful, he doesn't dare to look directly at it.
"It's not up to you to refuse, this time it's settled, you have to go."
Alan Morgan sighed and waved his hand impatiently.
"Alright, I'll go."
He's really had enough, he can't resist her at all.
"Okay, okay, don't forget when the time comes, don't just look at looks, check the character, and also, don't choose those disreputable ones."
No matter what kind of banquet, some troublesome people will always slip in.
"Got it."
He casually agreed, then headed straight upstairs.
Returning to his room, he sighed and went straight to the bathroom, taking off his shirt.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Alan Morgan frowned deeply.
