"I'm getting old," Lissy Lock joked, "Not as youthful as before."
Uncle Harrington spread out the contents of the lunch box, placing each item onto the small table in front of Lissy: "What do you mean you're old? I'm the one who's truly old. Looking at you now, I don't even know whether you are okay, or not."
Lissy poked at her rice and didn't respond.
She had no idea what to say. After all, she reluctantly accepted the position of Mrs. Fame in the first place.
Uncle Harrington sighed and asked, "Madam, where did you go last night?"
"What?" Lissy turned her head to look at Uncle Harrington, "How do you know I didn't come back home last night?"
"Well, Madam, who in this villa at Lema City isn't aware that you didn't return last night?"
Lissy was puzzled: "What? Does everyone really care about me that much?"
