“Five Batton, don’t force me to take out cash from the ATM.” Xyla was adamant about returning the money.

Giving no response, he continued to push the cart forward as if there was a barrier around him, shutting everyone out.

Once at home, the two unpacked everything they bought, putting them in their rightful places. After that, they sat on the snow-white carpet, taking the cleaning robots out of their boxes and putting one on each floor.

When everything was done, both returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Stanley took out his phone, opened up the Gentleman’s Club chat room, and read the chat records with an impassive look on his face. Once inside, he saw himself tagged in dozens of messages. More than ten of them were only tags without content. Frowning slightly, he kept his composure as he continued to scroll up.

Only then did he finally realize what they were talking about and why they were so excited.

Slender fingers swiftly typed in words. “… Any opinions?”

Henry replied. “Screaming. marmota.jpeg”

Right after that, his WeChat voice call notification began to ring. The caller was Sebastian Brenand. Remembering that her mopping robot required water, Xyla grabbed the robot and the necessary tools and went into the toilet on the first floor.

call, pinching

Sebastian chuckled. “Not much. Your brothers are just curious

“Busybodies,” Stanley responded coldly.

school, didn’t the teacher teach you to ask if there’s something you don’t

Stanley kept quiet.

“Tss… Ah…”

the washroom. Stanley heard it correctly. His pupils instantly dilated. He immediately hung up

saw Xyla running the wound on her

flowing into the white basin was slightly pink. On the floor was a broken bottle of La

He looked

I wanted to pick it up, but

wound on her finger. The cut was deep. Once she removed it from under the running

and lightly

made Xyla’s body shudder before she

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