"Don't talk about this and that, I have something to ask you."
At these words, Roy Yarn put down the book in his hands, carefully closed it, and placed it aside, then sat up straight, "Yeah, go ahead and ask."
His posture was upright, like a patient elementary school student waiting for a teacher to pose a question.
Hayes Edwards felt slightly embarrassed and withdrew his long legs that were resting on the coffee table.
He wondered where Hannah had found such a good student.
So methodical, the more he looked, the more like a bookworm he seemed.
Lost in his thoughts, it wasn't until he snapped back to reality and saw Roy Yarn still motionlessly looking at him that he remembered the pressing matter.
Even though he knew there was no one else in the room, he still couldn't help but look around cautiously, "I got drunk last night, did I say anything?"
