Stepping down from the car, Mrs. Kos gave her husband a smile, "Dear, be careful on the road."
Her husband smiled and nodded, "You too, don't get angry with the children."
"There, the children are all very sensible, although the homework they do is always filled with incomprehensible images." Laughing as she said goodbye to her husband, Mrs. Kos walked through the school gate.
Over there, Master Chelney was getting off his motorbike, dressed as usual in a fitted leather jacket, with sturdy leather trousers that showcased his tall and muscular figure.
Everyone said that Master Chelney was old in age but young at heart, and to Mrs. Kos, it seemed to be true. He appeared to have boundless energy.
In the moment of Lady Salin's passing, it was he who stepped forward as a friend of Lady Salin, taking over her work.
His personal charisma was so immense that everyone liked to listen to him mediating disputes.
"Master, good morning."
"Ah, Mrs. Kos, good morning," he replied.
