The person who came was none other than Dumartin, who was completely different from the image Angel had imagined. This young man was not only polite and polite, but also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked ascetic.
But the next second, Angel felt that he seemed to have thought wrong.
DuMartin turned his head and looked at Angel. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Mother-in-law, is this the fertilizer you brought for me to process?"
Chapter completed!