"Adam, why are you here?"
Leaning on the bed and reading the newspaper, the Old Master took off his reading glasses, glanced at Adam Jones, and asked casually.
Adam Jones walked over and sat down in front of the Old Master, smiling brightly, "Grandpa, I came especially to thank you."
This enthusiasm was somewhat excessive.
Elly Campbell felt a bit uncomfortable seeing the usually aloof Adam Jones suddenly behaving like a busybody, she hardly knew where to look.
Not just Elly, even the Old Master was somewhat overwhelmed by Adam's sudden warmth; if he weren't in such good health, he might have been startled into fainting.
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for sharing half of the soup with me."
Elly Campbell: "..."
Elly: "..."
Old Master: "..."
The Old Master looked up, giving Adam Jones a meaningful glance and couldn't help clicking his tongue.
What was with this kid acting like he's never had soup before?
"Heh heh!"
