Evans looked at Dylan with a sigh.
"What else have you done? Are you causing trouble again?" Evans seemed to have picked up on his brother's habit.
Dylan sat on the sofa and leaned his body carelessly. He just smiled at his brother.
"There's nothing wrong. I just want to enjoy LA for a while." Dylan looked at Evans. "Daphne's nanny is very interesting. I think I'll be comfortable."
Evans narrowed his eyes. "You want to flirt with a nanny?"
"Why? Is it because you were once married to a model that I can't approach a nanny?
Evans had nothing to say. His head was spinning with so many problems popping up. He would be pleased if Dylan settled down for a long time or would return to his father's company instead of being a waitress on a cruise ship.
But Evans knew very well who Dylan was.
