"What?" Old Master Ding didn't quite understand.
Samantha explained, "He probably means his art of behavior. It's his hobby to sit in a wheelchair."
The cause of Henderson's injury had to be kept a secret. It couldn't be made public.
Old Master Ding was speechless.
"I believe in your evil."
At this time, Ding Minya came over with the hem of her skirt. She had seen Henderson when she was a child. She had been frightened by him, so when she grew up, she was afraid of him. She greeted him carefully, "...Hello, Master Henderson."
Henderson didn't pay any attention to her at all.
"..." Ding Minya was a little embarrassed, but she did not dare to lose her temper. She turned to Ding Lansheng and asked, "Dad, didn't you invite the vice president?"
Ding Lansheng was speech
