Just now, he was like a frenzied little wild horse, but now he's turned into a compliant little puppy, pitifully peering into the restaurant from the door.
Sophie Wilson burst into laughter at this big bundle of joy.
"What's the matter?" Charles Seymour, considering Julian Campbell, asked with a bit more patience.
"Uncle, I heard about it." Julian Campbell scratched the door.
Charles Seymour furrowed his brow, his gaze sweeping over Julian Campbell's restless hands, forcing them to immediately calm down, staying fixed on the door before slowly moving them down to rest obediently by his side.
"Uncle, are you really the chairperson of Peace Group?" Julian Campbell swallowed, wanting to verify it for himself.
To verify it, he even abandoned his favorite game, not going back to play it.
"Yes." Charles Seymour nodded.
"Ahhhh!!! It's actually true!" Julian Campbell started scratching the door again.
