Otherwise, Hannah wouldn't have been able to help herself from going on strike after just a short while.
All Vincent could see was Hannah; the astonishment and praise in the eyes of others were insignificant to him.
Hannah nodded, lightly tapping Vincent's forehead with the green foxtail in her hand, she smiled and said, "You're doing wonderfully. Two more left, you can finish them up."
Vincent nodded, his heart filled with joy.
The staff members were on the verge of tears. What was originally Hannah's task was now being taken over by an idiot who had popped out of nowhere.
Worse still, they didn't dare make a sound for fear of disturbing him, and so they could do nothing but watch.
Pitied but afraid to speak up.
Who would have thought someone constantly smiling would be so frightening when their face is cold? They were nothing like their weak and delicate onscreen persona.
