Enna Clark looked at his meticulously combed silver hair and the stern expression on his face. His demeanor was such that, even though he clearly meant to kindly offer her breakfast, it seemed as though he was about to force something upon her. She couldn't help but laugh silently; it appeared that a lack of skill in expressing kind intentions was also a Lawrence family trait. She nodded, her eyes and brows curved with a smile, "Thank you, Grandpa."
"I'm just returning the favor for your Tomato and Egg Noodles and yesterday's plain rice porridge!" Old Master Lawrence dismissed cleanly.
Enna Clark immediately went along with what he said, "I understand."
Old Master Lawrence felt as if his punch had landed on cotton again. He frowned slightly and said no more, leaving the servants in the room to make arrangements.
He himself sat down on the sofa in the living room and began to review the files and contracts.
