Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

After that banquet, Toph became silent.

Even Wendy noticed it. The house used to be full of Toph's laughter, but recently, he had been unusually quiet. He would either frown or sigh, and sometimes he'd lock himself in his room.

Zuko and Lina were conflicted after they figured out the whole story. They did not want to see him feeling down like this all the time.

Coincidentally, Renee realized she had gone too far and apologized. Toph's face lit up. The gloomy clouds cleared, and he was his radiant self again like the little sun he always was.

"Hey, Zuko." Once, Toph asked Zuko in a hushed voice, "Is it true that the more a girl picks on you unreasonably, the more it proves she can't be without you?"

Zuko frowned as he pondered. He felt it was not easy to give a definite answer to that—because Lina never treated him like that.

Lina could get jealous, angry, and argue with him. Despite that, the two of them always made up soon after and got along well. Plus, Lina was clear-headed. She would not get upset without reason.

On the other hand, Renee was somewhat extreme.

However, Zuko did not say this out loud. Instead, he patted Toph's shoulder and chuckled. "We're men and can't be as petty."

"I think I'm already laid back enough." Toph scratched his head. "Bro, what else should I do to make her happy? Should I really quit playing games? Isn't that like asking for my life? You can ask dad if he can quit smoking..."

Zuko paused as if sensing something and then smiled mysteriously. "The thing to quit isn't the games," he remarked. It was actually the person responsible for creating these games.

"Huh?" Toph looked puzzled.

Zuko sighed helplessly. "Toph, if I were Renee, I'd get irritated too, seeing you this clueless!"

Just then, a call came in from the company, and Zuko had to rush back immediately to handle some matters.

hurrying away, murmuring, "Why can't things be stated plainly? Why

the yard, sitting

keen intellect, capable of subtly revealing information in conversations. What's more, the listener could easily understand these hints. Most impressively, they could convey entire messages with just a glance, no words

Toph sighed.

a Hamerton but could not take these winding routes, nor could he understand these glances. He would not be able to grasp what the person was trying

he would not last more than two episodes in a conspiracy drama. Forget two episodes—he would be killed in

two places the most growing up—the Thompsons and

eyes. Both of them said directly whatever they wanted to say. The same was

sharp, Arya had completely inherited Josiah's disposition. She was optimistic, sunny, yearned for freedom, and

this, he suddenly heard the call of the little kittens. He looked up and saw Wendy

"Mr. Toph, how do you plan to arrange these little ones? They've been here for several days now. Should we build them a house in the yard? If you want to, I'll

small animals. He would rather not keep them alone, so returning them to Arya was a

such, he took the litter of

Arya was in the

Emerald Lake was going well. The comic books were already sold out, and the digital rights

and writing character profiles these days, her head

far

and computer screen without lifting her eyes. She wore a casual outfit—a mismatched top and bottom. Her hair was hastily tied up, sticking out in all directions like an explosion, and she even used a paintbrush to hold

leaned against the door frame, thinking about how he probably did not fare much better than her when he drew. He could

Arya. She quickly sat up, taken aback

"Toph?"

apologized. "Did I interrupt your

not at all!" Arya smiled. "Come in

the litter of kittens