C388 A Wise Son Cannot be a Father

"Young master, old master wishes for you to return …"

Chris said, holding his phone. He was sitting in Maserati, not far from the press conference, looking through the transparent glass door.

"I'll be back the day after tomorrow. There are some things I want to talk to him about."

Ouyang Hao hung up the call and blinked his indifferent eyes.

The person in the mirror was exactly the same