Fifteen smiled and raised an eyebrow, "Being so generous?"
"This time, you've been a great help. Consider it my way of thanking you on behalf of Yaoyang and Ivana."
To him, the two paintings meant nothing at all.
"That won't do." Fifteen shrugged lightly, "I don't take advantage of friends."
Hearing the word "friend," a hint of surprise flashed in Phoebe's eyes, but she quickly smiled.
"Since we're friends, there's no need to be so formal."
Fifteen laughed, revealing two small dimples, "Well, since you put it that way, I really won't hold back then."
While they were chatting, a servant had already come in and placed two breakfasts in front of them.
Phoebe's breakfast, in addition to the meal, as usual, came with a glass of red wine.
"Drinking so early in the morning, aren't you afraid of ruining your stomach?"
"I'm used to it. My stomach feels uncomfortable without alcohol."
