The two of them froze for a moment, exchanging a glance before Macao tentatively asked, "Master, do you have an illegitimate granddaughter showing up at your doorstep?"
Hearing Macao's question, veins throbbed on Makarov's forehead. His right fist instantly enlarged, and he punched Macao directly out into the street. Wakaba stood to the side, secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva. He had wanted to ask the exact same thing just now, but Macao had been faster. *Close call, close call,* he thought.
Wakaba wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Noticing Makarov's gaze shifting toward him, Wakaba immediately straightened up. "Master, if I may ask, how old is the little girl?"
Chapter 37