At six in the afternoon.
The fine-looking man who had been busily working finally took off his Bluetooth headset.
He raised his head and looked at Bobby, who was still sitting on the sofa, focusing intently on his studies. His cold eyebrows and eyes seemed to soften slightly.
Baron Lawrence closed his laptop, stood up, and strode toward the little guy on the sofa. As he walked, he said, "Weren't you going to the mall? It's about time. Let's go."
"..." Only then did Bobby move his eyes away from the laptop screen, his big eyes still somewhat dazed.
Baron Lawrence simply stopped asking him, bent down, picked him up, and headed out.
He took the exclusive President's elevator down, and the driver was already waiting outside. As soon as they came out, the driver hurriedly jogged to the side of the car, opened the door, and greeted them.
"Lord, Young Master."
"Hmm."
Baron Lawrence put Bobby into the car first, then sat in himself.
