The footsteps outside the door continued.
When they reached the doorway, to the surprise of the two people inside, the door was directly pushed open without even a knock.
Standing by the door, the person at the entrance glanced around the room.
Inside the room, it was very quiet. Ethan Laurent was lounging lazily on the sofa, looking at a document.
Summer Ford was bending over the side table next to him, wiping the surface, and then placed a bunch of fresh hyacinths into a vase.
The two of them were each doing their own thing, not interfering with each other, not even exchanging glances, as if they had no connection at all.
Seeing the person at the door, Ethan Laurent seemed quite surprised, put down the document in his hand, and greeted him casually, "Why are you here so early today?"
"I was free at home, so I came over." Enzo Laurent's eyes swept over the two of them as he explained blandly.
Summer Ford paused her actions and greeted him, "Good morning, Grandpa!"
