"What do you mean?" He frowned immediately, confused by her question.
Leisurely leaning back on her chair and smiling at him oddly, "The bourgeois exploiter who wished to dry me up now has the idea of being generous?"
"I was just afraid you were too bored." His answer was straight.
"Thank you, you are an unscrupulous merchant. If you invest ten percent in me today, I will be sure that I need to give you a hundred percent." Irish shrugged her shoulders with sly eyes.
He smiled, looking at her for a moment, and raised his big hand and rubbed her head hard, his behavior was warm and tender. The action came so suddenly that she had no time to hide, and his hand fell before reacting.
"You are annoying." Grumbling, she raised her hand to smooth her long untidy hair and glared at him.
Joseph smiled more easily and raised his fingers to push her hair out of her forehead.
