Conrad Schroeder forcefully suppressed the emotional turmoil in his heart and walked up to Ethan Smith.
"Mr. Smith." Conrad's smile was somewhat unnatural.
Ethan looked at Conrad and laughed, "What's wrong? Your face looks terrible. What happened?"
Conrad was stunned, and quickly shook his head, "No...nothing, I just haven't been resting well lately."
Ethan laughed and said, "I'll give you a pill another day, it'll guarantee you a better sleep than a pig."
The more Ethan said that, the more unnatural Conrad's expression became.
"Mr. Smith, let's...hurry inside." Conrad said, pulling Ethan's arm.
After they entered the living room, the dining table was already filled with exotic delicacies.
"So much food? Great! I haven't had a good meal for days." Ethan excitedly sat down and started eating voraciously with chopsticks.
Conrad sat there without saying a word.
He looked at Ethan from time to time and then outside the door.
