"So, your godfather married a wife. Is she pretty?"
Alexis, dressed in denim shorts and a long trench coat, asked curiously.
Jason was cleaning the living room in front of her.
Whenever Brucie was mentioned, Jason's expression twisted as if he had seen a cockroach. If anyone asked him, his answer would have been, "A demon."
Good heavens, his godfather, who lived like a slob and tossed things around carelessly, had actually started paying attention to his behavior.
Even Jason, who feared neither heaven nor earth, had to clean the house, clearing away the books he had once tossed everywhere and the graffiti on the floor.
Still, when Brucie saw Jason's poems, she had given them a thorough critique and said they had real spirit.
But she also said he showed signs of puppy love and began asking for his girlfriend's name, making Jason blush so hard he was practically steaming.
If Nygma hadn't invited Brucie to the company for a discussion, that terrifying interrogation would definitely have made Jason cry.
"So scary..."
Jason said nervously, clutching a rag as he scrubbed hard at the graffiti on the floor.
He wanted to replace all these wooden floorboards.
If they were marble or ceramic, they wouldn't have been so difficult to clean. And he had used an oil-based marker...
He had really been a fucking idiot back then. No doubt about it!
Alexis jumped onto the sofa, her red high-top sneakers swinging from her feet. "So, you're scared of her!"
It was as if Alexis had discovered some huge secret.
She laughed so hard she could not close her mouth. The overly mature makeup on her face could not hide her youthful age.
She was already quite familiar with Miao Mu's house, since she often came by after school to ask