"When do you plan to go there?"
After dropping someone off at the hotel, Old Cat asked abruptly.
Claire Green appeared nonchalant, "That depends on when Rowe makes his move."
Hearing this, Old Cat's mouth twitched. Why did he feel J was looking forward to facing Rowe?
Could it be that fighting is addictive?
He secretly griped in his heart, but his face was grinning, "If you guys really get into a fight, remember to call me. I'll join in for fun."
"I can entertain you right now," Claire Green's gaze turned dangerous as she looked at him, her wrist turning slightly, her tone chilly.
Meeting her eyes, Old Cat's spine suddenly chilled. He chuckled awkwardly twice, "Then let's forget it. You rest well, I'll take my leave."
As soon as he finished, not wanting to hear Claire Green's reply, he swiftly drove away.
Watching the car disappearing fast, Claire Green sneered. With that courage, he still wants to join the fun?
Suddenly.
