"No need to bother yourself with the cleaning," Rosemary, busy with what she was doing, said casually.
"It's just a small matter; there's no need for your folks to help." She had her own people to assign tasks to.
"Alright, if you need help, remember to find me," Alberto said with a cheerful smile. "By the way, you aced your college entrance examination; we old folks have prepared a little gift for you and already had it sent over to your place."
Rosemary was completely focused on the massager in front of her, her voice indifferent: "Hmm, I saw it. I haven't opened it yet. Is it another new house?"
Alberto immediately denied: "I wouldn't be as tacky as Grandpa Charles!"
"Is it jewelry? Accessories?"
"That's something an old-fashioned guy like Grandpa Beck would do, not me!" Alberto said this with some pride.
"Then is it a rare antique? An expensive painting?"
