Lyon was letting out a sigh. as he couldn't even be bothered by whatever Assid was doing in front of him. Having someone kneeling and respecting him felt wondrous of course but after a few times, it was getting irritating. At least, for the nineteen years old emperor.
"Assid, do whatever you want," his eyes lazily averted from the receptionist to the lady that was standing in the corner.
His eyes immediately glowed. His lips pointed upward. His chest was hardened as his charm exuded. He quickly muttered, "Quick, Assid, get up, there is a beautiful lady over there."
"Understood," Assid stood up and maintained his class. He turned around with a paper bag dangling by hands. One could see a variety of vegetables peaking out like radish, and carrots, those were huge carrots. Even the fortune-teller raised her eyebrows in disbelief.
