Quinn felt guilty whenever he mentioned this, so he zipped his mouth.
"Don't worry, Franklin. I will keep my mouth shut about your weird hobby."
Franklin facepalmed. Why did it seem like he was making things worse? Forget it, he didn't do anything outrageous anyway.
He sat on the spacious office chair, picked up the unfinished tender and began to read.
"What brings a famous celebrity to my office? I remember you said that you felt trapped when you walked into the office, and that you couldn't breathe."
Quinn could not be blamed for having such a feeling. The decoration of Franklin's office was really a little depressing.
The main color was gray, and the only decorations were books. On the table, there were only documents.
Franklin, who had been in this office for years, had also become "boring".
Quinn walked forward and reached out to take the thick documents from Franklin's hand.
