Restarting the Universe and Nine Lottery Draws

The Wayne family!

Russell walked down the stairs and entered the endlessly extravagant living room, where a typical Wayne family scene was playing out: "Let me explain," "I won't listen," and the like.

Russell sighed that timing really was everything. With a wave of his hand, he asked for a cup of black tea, then sat to the side and prepared to savor it slowly.

With an outsider suddenly appearing in the room, Bruce signaled Miranda with his eyes, telling her to calm down for now and save her temper for later.

However, it was completely useless. Miranda knew Russell knew she had been deliberately tormenting Bruce. To put it bluntly, he was here to watch the show, so she showed no restraint at all. She enthusiastically exposed Bruce's scandals, venting the resentment she had harbored since being dumped.

It was the same old tune again. Russell had heard this gossip several times already, so he yawned in boredom.

Bruce was furious. He was watching someone else's embarrassment and still had the nerve to complain that it was boring? If it was boring, then don't watch. He strode over to Russell and said quietly, "What's going on? Why are you in my house again? Don't tell me A-Fu let you in."

The butler regarded protecting the Wayne family's honor as his duty. Under these circumstances, there was no way he would have allowed Russell through the door.

Unless he couldn't stop him!

"It wasn't the butler. I came in myself."

Russell spoke with absolute confidence. "I saw an open window and figured your house might have been burglarized, so I kindly came in to see whether I could help."

Bruce's face darkened. "There's no burglar. You can get out now!"

"You can't put it like that. Look at yourself..."

Russell