"What's the matter, William?" Fannila's eyes blinked, drawing William's gaze back to her.
"What is that? A wardrobe?"
"That's Mr. Heinz's wardrobe."
"I thought I just heard some noise from the wardrobe."
Faced with William's puzzled inquiry, Fannila smiled.
"You're imagining things, William," as if to prove something, Fannila stood up from her seat and pulled William closer to the wardrobe. "It only contains my uncle's clothes, if you're interested, feel free to take a look."
"Forget it, it's just my imagination," Although William felt something was off, the idea of a young man showing interest in an older man's wardrobe seemed quite odd, and he definitely didn't want to gain another strange label.
William pulled Fannila back to her seat, not knowing why, she wore a triumphant smile, although William just thought she seemed happy.
Today might be a good opportunity.
Thinking thus, William took out the gift box he had on him.
