Until evening, Ivan and his team were still sweating profusely at the construction site, even though their hands were trembling with fatigue, they still exerted all their strength to load bricks onto the cart.
"Ivan, we're leaving now. If you're tired, you can go back early," Grant said as he looked at the sky, realizing it was getting late.
As a pampered rich kid, it was amazing that Ivan could work so hard under the scorching sun, even Grant was impressed by his perseverance.
But when Ivan heard this, he seemed to be injected with chicken blood, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and immediately lifted a row of bricks onto the cart with enthusiasm, "Young Master Morgan, I'm not tired!"
Daisy was stunned by what she saw.
"Grant, is this Ivan really the only child of the Patel family?" Daisy, still sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't believe it and asked.
"For now, yes, but you have to ask Kenneth if he's the only son," Grant replied with a smile.
