C362 Chapter 362

Aman lowered his eyelashes and imprinted a deep shadow under his eyelashes. His facial features were three dimensional as if they were carved.

"Young Master?"

"Give me the phone." Aman's knuckles were tightly clenched, as if he was trying to suppress his anger bit by bit.

"Okay."

Bucky went to the sofa and took his mobile phone.

When Aman opened his red eyes