Chapter 30 : What Medication is This, Steve?

Andrew chuckled, half in amusement, half in frustration. “Does granpa always have to place stalkers around me? Aren't you tired, Anderson? I'm mature enough to do as I please,” he said slowly with a low voice. He smiled, but his expression also frowned.

"It's just a small matter. Isn't it easy for you to handle? Why do you treat me like this? I'm tired," he said boldly, now showing an expression of anger.

Anderson let out a long sigh. “This is for your own good, Andrew. I've made it clear: I want you to focus on your ambitions and not do anything foolish, except for what I specifically instruct you to do,” he said firmly, unwilling to be contradicted.

However, this 29-year-old man now seemed to have lost his fear. Perhaps he was still influenced by last night's intoxication.

“Stop treating me like I'm a puppet, I know what I need to do. I'm an adult man!" Andrew snapped.

This old man couldn't accept what his grandson was doing now; his eyes widened. “What? Are you shouting at me n