Russell Miller, holding the rice, entered the kitchen with Paisley Golden.
Paisley Golden whispered, "You take the child to the bedroom to play for a while. The kitchen's smell is too strong."
Russell Miller stared at Paisley Golden for a long time before saying, "What are you up to? Why are you so enthusiastic about this Balthazar? I feel like something's off about you."
"Don't worry about what's off with me. Just tell me, what do you think of this young man?"
"He's quite tall and thin."
Paisley Golden rolled her eyes at him, "That's why I say you don't know how to judge a person. Can't you see he's very refined and knowledgeable?"
"Not everyone carries their knowledge on their face. Do you think anyone can just tell if someone is well-educated?
Hurry up and tell me what your plan is. I feel like you're acting strange today."
Paisley Golden glared at him, "I'm not hiding it from you. I think this young man is good and plan to introduce him to Ivy."
