Grandpa An smiled too. "I heard from my butler that my grandson specially asked him to send supper over when he knew that there's no one at your house. This morning, it was even funnier. He noticed that your little tiger wasn't present and felt a little unhappy."
Mr. Bo tilted his head and lit up a cigarette. No matter what he was doing, he always exuded an uneasy aura. "That's good. I will be busier from now on. I feel at ease if she's here."
Grandpa An rarely knew what Mr. Bo was up to. He opened his mouth and asked, "So you didn't return to the castle?"
"Ah." Mr. Bo flicked the ashtray lightly with his slender fingers and smiled suddenly. "I didn't go back because I enjoy living off a woman. Of course, Mr. An will never understand. My wife is too capable after all."
Grandpa An felt that having one good friend who was much younger than him was enough.
