He was reluctant to part with the oranges he bought himself, but he was quite willing to share the ones Baron Lawrence bought.
In Bobby's little calculations, as long as something wasn't purchased with his own money, he enjoyed it with a clear conscience.
Only when it was his own money would he reveal an astoundingly stingy side.
Bobby sat on the sofa waiting for someone he wanted to see. Before long, a man wearing a silver-gray robe and wet hair walked out of the bedroom.
Being a boy himself, Bobby still admired the appearance of the Dubious Man next door.
Tall, arrogant, handsome, with full aristocratic aura…
He clicked his tongue incredulously.
Baron Lawrence had already walked over, casually drying his hair with a white towel while sitting on the sofa, looking at him, "What do you want to see me about?"
His complexion was much better than when he had just finished drinking.
