While he was deep in thought, someone knocked on the car door. A man in a black trench coat stood outside, his eyebrows knitted, "Yigol Mamet, are you out of your mind? With such heavy snow, you're planning to drive? Are you tired of living? Get out of the car quickly, I don't want to see news of Mr. Yigol Mamet dead in a car accident tomorrow!"
Yigol Mamet was taken aback, gritting his teeth, "Can you not curse me? Why do I want to punch you so much!"
Xaviera Evans stood a short distance away, smirking at the scene. Caleb Mamet was clearly worried that Yigol Mamet would be unsafe to drive in the snow and wanted him to stay at the Lowen Clubhouse, but his words came off as so irritating.
Caleb Mamet cocked an eyebrow, "Wanna try?"
Yigol Mamet shuddered, suddenly noticing that Caleb Mamet was only wearing a thin trench coat, couldn't help but nag, "You're just wearing a trench coat in this heavy snow? Not even a down jacket, trying to show off your figure?"