"Yes, he is my father."
Mandel felt that Brandon's reaction was strange.
He thought, could it be that dad drank so much every day that there was something wrong with his head?
"Good job, Mandel." Brandon thought, it has only been a short while and Mandel has already clasped my enemy to his bosom.
"Dad, what happened to you?" Mandel always felt that there was something with Brandon.
"I'd like to ask you guys what's going on. Why did you call me over when you were so happy and harmonious?"
Brandon stood in front of the dining table, and his tall figure blocked most of the light.
In the light, he had an ugly expression, and the hostility around him soared.
It was no exaggeration to say that if someone accidentally threw a spark at him, he would immediately ignite.