When Aurelia left, that car drove out and stopped in front of Robert.
The car door opened, and a man in a tailcoat stepped out.
"Young master, you should return."
Robert flicked his hair, bent down, and entered the car.
The car drove into a luxurious classic villa.
Robert got out of the car and walked into the house, seeing a man of elegant and splendid demeanor sitting on a velvet sofa. He lifted his face, his sharp and cold eyes looking lightly at Robert.
Robert shuddered suddenly, as he had always been afraid of this father of his.
"Come here," Ferryman raised his hand slightly.
Robert obediently walked over, "Father."
"Were you at the film city again today?" Ferryman asked, slightly raising his eyes, exuding a pressure with every gesture.
Robert nodded, "Yes." After a pause, he added, "It's my job."
