At this point, his eyes lit up a little.
"You'll be twenty years old in a few months, you're not a two-year-old child." Hannah adjusted her angle, but even the moonlight couldn't help her see her own reflection in the mirror.
She was somewhat displeased, her expression cooling slightly. She looked at the young man next to her, "I'm busy, busy making money, busy winning over people, not living for anyone. If you're so starved for love, find yourself a nanny."
Louis Snyder was taken aback, the glow in his eyes seemed to be swallowed by the night, his face clouded in gloom. He forced up the corners of his mouth, trying to smile, but it was all in vain.
Desolation enveloped him completely.
He revealed his most vulnerable side, obedient and harmless. The look of dependence in his eyes seemed strikingly pure, like that of a child. The bitter smile on his face was heartbreaking.
