Aurelia sighed helplessly.
Mark Campbell truly doesn't count as a father who cares about his child.
With one hand, Mark Campbell grabbed the little bun by the collar and walked towards the car. Just as he was about to open the car door, he saw something that made his face suddenly darken.
He turned his head and glared fiercely at Mason Nightshade!
This man actually had someone puncture his car tire!
Mason Nightshade raised an eyebrow, his lips curling slightly, and glanced at the punctured tire with a faint smile, "You're really unlucky, getting a flat tire when parked by the roadside. But then again, the crime rate in the States is indeed bad."
Suppressing his anger, Mark Campbell glared at Mason Nightshade, took a deep breath, and called for another car.
Mark Campbell's assistant saw the scene and exclaimed, "Second young master, the car was serviced just yesterday. How did the tire suddenly get punctured?"
