In this life, who can he trust? Atlas was in despair.

Downstairs, Mr. Drkov was waiting but only saw the butler coming down. He frowned and asked: "Where is Atlas?"

"Master, the young master is angry and broke things. He didn't change his clothes to go to the wedding venue."

Hearing this, Mr. Drkov also understood his nephew's temperament. Thinking for a moment, he sighed and said: "Forget it, let's go."

"Then what about the young master?"

The butler wondered, a ...