Noah felt speechless. He looked at Mag silently for a moment before trying to alleviate the awkwardness. "Boss Mag, I am very happy to know you."
Mag looked at him, and seriously asked, "How happy are you?"
"Errr… very happy." Noah wanted to cry.
"Then, you are being happy too early. People who worked with me were usually very tired," Mag calmly said.
"I'm not afraid of tiredness. I like to work with you. I feel proud." Noah chuckled. It would be a very proud affair to tell people in the future.
Mag flicked a glance at him. "But I'm afraid you will be my burden."
"…" Noah.
Alright, there was no way to continue the conversation.
This was the first time Noah had felt a blow from a big shot. It was hurtful to him.
"Although my grandson isn't of much use, he can still act as bait." Merante, who had kept quiet, finally spoke up.
Noah's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Merante with disbelief.
