Cassia followed the sound and saw Mark with messy hair and wearing last night's clothes. It seemed he had a wild night.
'But why is he furiously confronting me?' Cassia wondered.
Mark's arrogance instantly subsided when he saw Quentin. He respectfully greeted him. "Good morning, Grandpa, I need to talk to Cassia."
"Is there anything you can't say here?" Quentin didn't like Mark very much, and the smile on his face was instantly replaced by sternness.
"Grandpa, it's nothing. I'll be back in a minute." Although Cassia didn't want to be alone with Mark, she was curious why he was so angry early in the morning.
Before leaving, Cassia gave Quentin a reassuring look, and then followed Mark to the front hall.
Before she could even stand still, she heard Mark cursing.
Cassia was a little co
