As the mother and son walked away, Old Cat suddenly snapped to his senses and swore.
"Damn it, calling who an idiot? Is there a better-looking idiot in the world like me?"
As he finished speaking, the surrounding people all looked over in confusion.
Thomas now just wanted to leave with the document, seriously wondering how they came from the same womb but his IQ was twice that of the other guy.
Old Cat felt the eyes around him and glared back, a candy in his hand as he slowly shuffled back to his seat.
"Your candy," he casually placed the candy on the table, pushing it forward.
Claire Green smirked, "Thanks."
Listening to this, Old Cat donned a 'why so polite' expression, "Honestly shocked, but with your words, being called an idiot doesn't matter."
Thomas tilted his head, tone full of skepticism, "You are crazy, weren't you the type to get back at anyone who called you an idiot before?"
