"Also, don't you have to work?" Samson Zhekova asked, completely undone.
Adrian Zhekova sighed and said, "You still don't understand my good intentions."
Samson Zhekova: "..."
Well, never mind.
He didn't really want to understand.
"Can't you have someone keep an eye on things and then call me about exactly what happened in class? Even if nothing major happened, tell me what we talked about during class, how Cindy behaved, or even if she didn't say anything, can't you just tell me all those?" Adrian Zhekova said earnestly.
Samson Zhekova: "..."
He has so many curses in his stomach that he wants Adrian Zhekova to enjoy.
Cindy heard the little guy's colorful story.
Far from finding Adrian Zhekova annoying, she felt an indescribable warmth in her heart.
No one has ever cared about her like Adrian Zhekova.
Always worried about her.
The feeling of being cared about all the time is really great, it makes the heart feel at peace, as if it belongs somewhere.
