Twain was woken up by someone, which was a treatment he had not enjoyed for a long time.
While he was having a sweet dream and nestled within a warm bad, his blanket was suddenly lifted up and someone shouted in his ear. "Get up!"
He blinked open sleepy eyes. When he hazily saw the person standing by the bed was Shania, he was suddenly wide awake. He only wore a pair of underwear while he slept.
"Hey!" He sat up and covered his body with the blanket.
Shania had a good laugh next to him. "Uncle Tony is still in good shape. Would you like me to introduce you to modeling?"
Twain glared at her, "Why are you here? You weren't here last night."
"I came here this morning to make breakfast for you. Get up!" Shania waved her hand, and Twain saw a wooden spatula in her hand.
"You know how to cook?" Twain honestly had never seen Shania in the kitchen. He was skeptical that this girl who lived in a wealthy household could do housework.
