Chapter 332 * Looked so pretty *

“Huh, that bastard, try to contact that fool Antony; I heard he also in S country, he might know where that brat went. They both are like dogs and dog’s tails,” the old man slapped these report papers on the table and sighed loudly.

“Master, if you give me persimmon, I want to tell you something, ” that middle-aged man said hesitantly.

The old man finally looked at the man in front of him “what? He raised his wrinkled eyebrows.

“I think he went to meet the older master,” he said.

The older man’s face turned furious. He gritted his teeth, his breathing fasted. 

"Give me my medicine,” the older man said. He sounded breathless.