His second brother is a real vinegar jar.
He was afraid if he looked a little more, it would be dangerous.
Even though Yannick paid enough attention, just as his words fell, he felt a cold gaze falling onto him.
When he glanced over, he saw Ashton Heath pursing his lips, his face expressionless, but there was a touch of displeasure in his eyes.
Yannick: "..."
Why was his second brother looking at him like this?
He didn't think he had said anything wrong.
Nor did he think his eyes had strayed to where they shouldn't.
"Cough, cough, so..." Yannick, feeling a little flustered under this stare, coughed lightly, then quickly changed the subject. "Second brother, come in and have a seat first. Denver and I didn't order anything since you and your wife hadn't arrived. If you're hungry, we could order some pastries to fill your stomach."
