Chapter 434 Is That Worry I Hear
- Right then, Ursa Fishman was pouting like a scolded housewife, clutching a mop as she scrubbed the balcony. Her bun face was puffed up.
- Meanwhile, Eric Goodwell had one leg crossed over the other, lounging on the couch and scrolling through his feed to kill time.
- Truth was, after cooking for Ursa, Eric had planned to pat his butt and bail.