Hans laughed as he lay back on the bed, most of his legs exposed, and commanded, "I'm tired, take off my boots for me."
Chad froze, but remembering his threat, he reluctantly stepped forward and removed his boots.
Hans leaned on his square pillow, his eyes glanced at the small jacket that fell on the floor, seemed to think of something, so asked him again: "Who is this garment made for?"
Chad did not dare not answer, but only raised his hand to gesture, "My disciple Edric."
"You're very kind to him," Hans commented coldly, "At the age of seven or eight, he followed Janet around dance floors and entertainment venues, I'm afraid he's long since been exposed to those habits of theirs, what kind of a thing can he be raised to be?"
Chad's heart was cold, this person was so familiar with Eric's previous situation, only afraid that he had been monitoring her during the time he hadn't come to find himself before.
