Little Ben disliked any tangled and unclear situations to appear in his life the most.
The apartment was empty.
James sat on the bed and called Little Ben's phone.
The phone rang, but no one answered for a long time.
After a while, it picked up, but the voice was ambiguously hoarse.
James took a deep breath: "Where are you?"
Under Mark's gaze, Little Ben snorted lightly: "Go prepare your wedding, my matters are none of your concern."
James took another breath: "Don't beat around the bush with me. You know my temper, just answer me: Where are you?!"
Little Ben bit his lip and glanced at Mark. A flicker of light flowed in Mark's eyes, his face a picture of wickedness.
Little Ben sighed: "You're getting married, shouldn't I also have someone to accompany me? James, it was you who betrayed me first!"
James gritted his teeth: "Fine, let's not talk about this. I'm asking you, what's the deal with the photos from Tang Yanjian's workshop?"
