Chapter: 847

After saying that, Carson instructed the driver, “Hey, drive faster.

Send this little boy back as soon as possible."

The driver looked at Carson's expression through the rearview mirror.

He had been working for Carson for so many years, so he could already tell if Carson was angry or not. This time, he also understood what Carson meant and replied, "Yes, sir."

However, the speed of the car didn't really change.

With his arms crossed over his chest, Carson closed his eyes again, acting like he didn't want to talk to Joey anymore.

Seeing this, Joey frowned and was a little flustered.

In fact, the driver could tell that Carson was not angry, and he was just acting. However, Joey was just a child, so he thought that he really made Carson mad. Therefore, he bit his lower lip and hesitated for a moment.

After a while, as Carson's eyes were still closed, he felt someone tugging at his sleeve.

Carson slowly opened his eyes and squinted at Joey.

“What? Let go of me."

Joey immediately let go and said, “I was just kidding earlier. Don't be mad at me."

"Really?"

"Yes. I swear," Joey answered, nodding repeatedly.

Carson then raised his eyebrows. It was a rare sight to see Joey like this. He assumed that the kid was really desperate to find something out.

"Fine. Then who's more handsome, me or Victor?" Carson coughed and asked again.

Joey was rendered speechless, not expecting that this grown man would ask such a question again.

He then asked, "Do I really have to answer that?"

Carson didn't say anything, but just raised his brows at Joey, clearly telling him that he must give an answer.

If only Joey had someone else to ask, he wouldn't play this game with Carson. Left with no choice, he said, "I think both of you are very handsome."

“Okay. But what if you only have to choose one?"

“Err... You, I guess," Joey replied perfunctorily, letting out a fake smile.

Carson smiled and slightly shook his head.

“Fine. What did you want to ask me just now? Go ahead. I'm listening."

Joey kept silent for a moment, thinking how he should ask about it.