It was much quieter than before, as if sulking.
None of the assistants beside him dared to disturb him, all were earnestly packing up. Hearing footsteps approaching, they were just about to advise her not to go up and bother him when they saw it was Hannah and prudently shut their mouths.
Everyone in the group knew that these two were old classmates, and had the relationship of an artist and a manager. Jack Stewart wasn't the unscrupulous manager that the outside world made him out to be, switching careers to exploit Hannah's value.
His kindness towards Hannah was apparent to everyone.
"Jack Stewart."
The gentle and soft female voice, like a pale pink flower petal brushed by the wind, fell upon the ears.
Jack Stewart paused in packing his stuff and the next second continued, not even lifting his head.
Hannah approached again, settling herself on the chair right in front of him, leaning on the desk, cradling her little face and looking at him, "Classmate Jack Stewart?"
