Grant walked in with a faint smile, not making a fuss, but exuding a faint aura of a superior. He no longer looked like a loser, which surprised Brianna.
Could it be that this loser has actually achieved something?
But soon, Brianna shook her head and dismissed the thought. Even if he had achieved something, so what? Could he compare to her son-in-law? In her eyes, Grant would always be a loser.
"Grant, why are you only coming now? We've already finished lunch, but we saved some leftovers for you. Just remember to wash the dishes quickly, it's summer now, and they'll stink if you leave them for too long," Brianna sneered.
Originally, the dishes and utensils were washed by Tongmu, but now that Grant was here, this kind of work should be done by this loser.
"No need, I've already had lunch," Grant shook his head.
