"Dad... hello." After letting himself be tortured by the pain of your abandonment for a few seconds, Marco quickly held back the pain and tore up his smile. Raising his hand, he greeted the fluffy-haired man standing before him, and his eyes stopped coldly.
"Can I sit alone..."
Marco was startled by Mesvaughan's words. His eyes were fixed on a man standing next to his father. If I guessed wrong, this man was no one else. . . It must be Chart's hole.
"Take your time, I'll be back." Marco's unemotional words made Mesvaughan's face pale. He felt sympathy for the old man, although he didn't know what was at odds with him. But Marco shouldn't be so rude to his father.
"But we ordered nothing," the girl decided, hoping that The man might change his mind and dine here with his father. But it
