Clash
THIRD PERSON's
"Hey there, have some snacks,"
Carl raised his head from his phone. Sun's wife placed the tray filled with sandwiches on the table, one of the maids followed him carrying glasses for them to use.
Carl's eyebrow twitched. There are four sandwiches and four glasses.
Huh, does he think he will eat the food that he made? No way. There is no way that he will!
Carl frowned and resumed his phone. Still, he couldn't help but glance at Sun's wife from time to time. Tch. He's a two-faced one. He doesn't understand what Sun sees in that person. They have nothing alike! Compared to Sun who grew up in a well-respected household, that omega is nothing. a nobody. He is smiling as if he is a harmless flower but in reality, he's got a sharp tongue. Obviously, he is so proud of hi
