Bab 1042: 485 Identity_3

Keanu Ledger stepped forward and said, "Arthur, hello, my name is Keanu Ledger, I'm Sullivan's agent."

As the saying goes, no one smacks a smiling face, Arthur grinningly said, "Quite a decent young man, are you married yet?"

Keanu Ledger was taken aback, and shook his head honestly.

"Well then, I…."

"Grandfather…" A cold voice cut in. "You're taking this matchmaking thing a little too seriously."

Arthur glanced at him: "Boring."

The man pushed his wheelchair past Keanu Ledger.

Keanu Ledger stared at the face close to him, his brain had crashed.

Although he had been mentally prepared for this, actually witnessing it was still somewhat hard to bear.

He pinched his thigh fiercely.

Good, it hurts.

Not dreaming.

Anton Cook yawned as he came down from upstairs and lazily greeted, "Grandfather, good evening."

Arthur blew out his beard and glared, picking up the shoe on his foot and threw it at him, "Why aren't you celebrating the New Year out there, and why are you back?"