Chapter93 he's not angry.

Soon it was time to get off work. Robin Smith limped to the elevator door with his coat and crutches, but his footsteps stopped.

I don't understand what men think, why they talk to themselves as if nothing had happened, and even promise to accompany themselves to play script killing. It's too abnormal. It's not like Oscar Potter's character. He doesn't want to lead himself over and kill him directly.

For a lion?

Meanwhile, Oscar Potter was sitting in his car. Today, instead of driving a low-key sports car that he was not familiar with, he drove a very conspicuous red sports car.

Since she doesn't like publicity, he wants her to adapt.

As for Lincoln Murillo. Oscar Potter frowned, thinking that the woman had shaken her mind because Lincoln Murillo came back to chase her, but she did not expect that she would reply to Milan Olson's message, which meant that at least she had her own heart, otherwise there was no need to talk to her friends.