chapter 79 What are the rich second generations pretending to be?

On Sunday morning, Lakeview Villa was unusually quiet.

Because the owners of the house all went to bed at almost five o'clock last night, they skipped a breakfast.

Mikhail Tarasov was woken up by a smell.

The fragrance kept flowing into his nose, making his already hungry stomach start to protest even more.

Just as he was about to get up, the phone rang. It turned out to be a ghost.

Mikhail Tarasov smiled after picking it up.

"How is it? Is...