This night in Crestview City, was destined to be restless.
With such a thing happening, Samuel Larkspur lost his appetite and quickly left Crestview City after bidding farewell to Philip Roberts.
And Philip Roberts returned home dejectedly.
When he got home, Walter Roberts was sitting on the couch playing games and eating snacks, looking quite relaxed.
"Dad, what's the matter?" Walter asked casually.
Philip Roberts glanced at him and muttered in a low voice, "Sarah Anderson was actually kidnapped, I really don't know who did it...."
Hearing this, Walter couldn't help but laugh.
He said with a hint of pride, "Dad, you can't imagine it, right? I did it!"
Philip's eyebrows furrowed, "You can't joke about this kind of thing."
Walter hurriedly defended himself, "It's true! I told you before, we have to teach her a lesson!"
Philip, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly stood up.
He stared fiercely at Walter, his voice trembling, "Is... is it really you who did it?"
