At around eight in the morning, Victoria's doorbell rang. She hurriedly put on her clothes and got out of bed. Looking through the peephole, she saw that it was Roderick. She couldn't help but unhappily open the door and ask, "Did you send the child off?"
Roderick nodded. Then, three construction workers suddenly walked in with tools in hand.
"Hey! You. "As I said, you are not allowed to destroy my house. Do you hear me? No." Victoria was about to go crazy. This man really did dare!
Roderick pointed at a wall. "Let's start work here!"
"Hey! Roderick, you...." Victoria was about to die from anger. What did this man mean? Even when she was the hostess and didn't say anything, he started commanding.
Roderick turned to look at her coldly. "Don't tell me you want your son to run around in the future and have something bad happen to him?"
"Of course I don't want to, but who told you to live here? If you don't live here, does your son need to run around?" Victoria felt that he was the one at
