Going to bed at eleven o'clock sharp is almost an impossible task for young people in this era, and yet it turns out he's used to it?!
Oliver Palmer shook his head.
"Obviously, I'm not an alien."
Reese Harris burst into laughter, bending over like a shrimp with laughter.
After a long while, she straightened up.
"Butler, you... you're just too cute, I must tell you, you're the cutest man I've ever seen. Alright, I'll try not to delay your bedtime."
"Thank you."
She picked up the bowl, quickly drank a few sips of porridge, put down the bowl and spoon, grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth, and picked up the laptop on the table to leave.
"Then let's hurry and go see Jocelyn Kim."
Oliver Palmer's gaze fell on the chopsticks she casually placed on the table, reached over with his fingers, and placed the chopsticks on the chopstick rest.
