Brandon Piers saw Abigail Green's little expression. "Who?"
"Dean Foster." Since realizing her feelings for Brandon Piers, Abigail started to find herself subconsciously unsure of how to interact with her senior.
She was always like her grandfather, not good at socializing.
"Go ahead." Brandon knew what she was concerned about and answered generously.
Abigail intentionally glanced at the man, seemingly wanting to read his micro-expressions for any hints of truth.
Up front, Pullan sat upright, listening intently, secretly Tsukkomi'ing, Second Young Master, you're showing off again.
Seeing that Brandon didn't seem angry, Abigail pressed the answer button, "Hello, Dean Foster."
After speaking, she smiled self-deprecatingly. Who would have thought they would be so polite to each other like strangers one day? She was even glad that her feelings had remained unspoken. At least, their reunion could be cordial, without any grudges.
