Lude Johnsons closely followed behind him, with a slightly nervous tone, "Those old men said, if you don't go to the frontline tomorrow, your position as Team Leader might be impeached..."
"Do I care about that damned position?"
Julian Johnsons smirked wickedly, pointing at the black Maserati parked in the plaza, "You drive."
"Alright. But bro, where's your military vehicle?" Lude Johnsons got into the driver's seat.
Julian Johnsons sat in the back, looking straight ahead, "It's been transferred to the state ahead of time."
"What? You really don't want the Team Leader position anymore... Is it because of sis-in-law..."
Lude Johnsons suddenly felt that his brother's love was incredibly great, wasn't it? To sacrifice a coveted Team Leader position for his sister-in-law, isn't that great?
Yet.
Would Julian Johnsons say he had long seen through the Foster Family's intention to incite trouble in the King's mansion?
