On Sunday afternoon, Luke Land hurriedly found Asher Land.
"What's up?" Asher Land didn't even look up.
Sophie Smith was forcibly sitting on his lap, feeding him food one bite at a time.
"Hey, I'm telling you, you should really restrain yourselves. What if Irene Morton or the old man sees you two being so intimate, you'll be in trouble again!" Luke Land complained.
"No worries, I've only lost the use of one hand, right? I still have my right hand and both legs..."
Before Asher Land finished speaking, Sophie Smith angrily placed the bowl heavily on the table.
She didn't want to hear him say such things at all.
Asher Land knew he had stepped on a landmine in her heart, so he wisely chose to stay silent and say nothing more.
"Do you have time this afternoon? There's a lead on the matter. Should we go check it out?" Luke Land tentatively asked.
Asher Land's long fingers tapped the dining table twice, and then he looked up.
"Let's go, I'll go change clothes first."
