Jesse Rowan paused his fingers and disdainfully glanced at Sylvan Cheney, left momentarily speechless by the choking.
Can't we have a proper conversation?
Sylvan Cheney didn't mind his gaze and simply leaned calmly on the sofa.
Jesse Rowan awkwardly put away his phone and took a drag of his cigarette.
"Mr. Cheney's life seems rather dull. It looks like the generation gap between us isn't just a small one," Jesse tapped on the table, "I'm quite curious, what are Mr. Cheney's hobbies? Golfing? Racing? Or is it making money?"
When Jesse Rowan smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth, he seemed like someone who was naive about the ways of the world.
"Didn't you say you weren't interested in other people's private lives?"
