Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After everyone heard Connor’s words, they were all a little stunned, and their eyes revealed a trace of confusion. They didn’t know what Connor ant!
“You want to deliver food?” Fabien looked at Connor and asked.
Connor ignored him and found Thomas’s number in his phone address book, then dialed it. He was not in the mood to talk nonsense with Fabien at all.
“Is there sothing wrong with your brain?”
“That’s right. Are you crazy? You’re actually asking Young Master Luther to go deliver food? I really don’t know what you’re thinking?”
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