He didn't give Enna time to think, and changed the topic by acting coquettish, "Woman, I feel like having some hot milk. Can you make me a cup?"
Enna didn't think too much about it, mainly because she couldn't possibly imagine that five-year-old Bobby would dabble in stocks. Trading ham sausages in kindergarten seemed more likely. So, her attention was successfully diverted, "Alright, I'll make it. When do you want it?"
"Whenever." Ever since Tobias found out that drinking milk helps people grow taller, he often drinks a cup whenever he can, treating it like water.
"Then I'll go heat it up for you first. You can play for a while." She turned and entered the kitchen.
Baron Lawrence placed the squirming little guy on the sofa and walked towards the study.
Tobias followed closely.
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