The bodyguard-driver clearly didn't believe young Hishito Douro's explanation...
Then.
Thud!
The sofa beneath the bodyguard-driver suddenly sprang up, launching him straight into the ceiling before he could even react.
His head immediately punched a huge hole through the ceiling.
His head was stuck inside the ceiling, while the rest of his body dangled and swayed in midair.
Laisa Freyz silently stood up and moved away from the sofa.
"Don't worry, Miss Laisa."
Young Hishito Douro set down his teacup. "Our house only punishes rude people. Polite guests, on the other hand, are served snacks and hot tea."
"Your house is that intelligent?"
Laisa Freyz could not help asking.
"It's just one of my master's little gadgets."
As Hishito Douro spoke, he glanced again at Laisa Freyz's terrifying face.
"Although they're burns, with my master's methods, they should be curable."
"I hope so."
Laisa Freyz tried not to place too much hope in it.
Over the years, she had had far too many hopes, and every one of them had turned into disappointment, even gradually becoming despair.
"Leaving everything else aside, as long as my face can be healed, I'll already be satisfied."
"Just your face?"
A light chuckle suddenly sounded, and a figure appeared on the sofa.
"Master!"
Young Hishito Douro shot to his feet, immediately stood at attention, bowed, and spoke respectfully.
"Have you finished all your books?"
Morin casually asked after appearing.
"Almost..."
The moment books were mentioned, Hishito Douro's face turned as bitter as a bitter melon.
"If you're almost done, why aren't you hurrying up and reading?" Morin looked at him expressionlessly. "Thinking of slacking off again? You don't want dinner tonight?"
"No, I'll go read right away!"
Hishito Douro hurriedly stood at attention and answered.
Then he lowered his head,
and returned dejectedly to