Chapter 1037 Without Your Social Status, What Is Left of You?
- With a smile, Logan took a seat beside his father and patted his back. “Don’t be so angry. Come on, it’s bad for your health.”
- Still incensed, Old Mr. Jefferson chided, “Go away.”
- Catching a glimpse of the bag Logan had placed on the table, Lydia inquired, “What is it? Have you brought it for Dad?”