The man then bowed his head before him and continued his journey towards the director's room. Ryley just shrugged his shoulders and raised his brows in contempt as he walked away from there. The blond then pulled out his phone to call Lucas once he got into the elevator.
A few moments before this, Lucas closed the door to the panel room and saw Dylan standing near the kitchen's counter with his back on him.
The curly-haired boy seemed to have a hard time trying to wrap his bandaged hand with a waterproof bag, so he casually walked to him and helped him without further ado.
Dylan flinched in shock when Lucas suddenly appeared beside him. "Wh-what are you—"
"Tsk. You have a mouth, why don't you just ask for help?" Lucas interrupted, clicking his tongue in annoyance.