Inside the residential area, Ivana Bennett pressed the doorbell.
A moment later, the door was opened, and a smiling Logan Bennett stood inside.
"Princess, you're back?"
"Hmph!" Ivana huffed at him angrily and proceeded into the living room.
Logan reached out and took the backpack off her shoulder, "What's the matter? You're showing an attitude to your old man as soon as you arrive?"
"You have the guts to ask! Scaring people with a gun; how impressive you are!" Ivana replied him sardonically, "Once grandpa returns from Nebsy, I'm going to complain about you. He'll whip you with a stick!"
"He's seen guns before, it can't scare him, surely?" Logan placed her bag on the couch, "Have you had breakfast yet? Dad made sandwiches, want some?"
"I'm afraid there might be bullets in them!" Ivana glanced at the stairs, "Where's mom?"
"Still sleeping." Logan mentioned casually, turning to walk towards the restaurant.
