With an indifferent expression, Henry Chapman said blandly, "I don't bother being polite to scum."
Mrs. Chapman: ???
How did she find her son's words so reasonable?
No way, today's straightforward and crude behavior was way too exhilarating, making her abandon all the pretense of a socialite. She needed to gather herself and reclaim that composure.
"Your gift, although a bit small, is similar to Ethan Scott's. Where did it come from?" Mrs. Chapman inquired curiously.
"From Nora Scott." Henry answered, casually handing the brocade box to Mrs. Chapman, asking, "Do you want it?"
Mrs. Chapman blinked.
She wasn't interested in the Mechanical Lotus, but the person who made it...
She was extremely interested!
Immediately, without any hesitation, Mrs. Chapman accepted the brocade box and smiled brightly, "Son! Just for this gift, if your dad tries to hit you when you get home, I can hold him off for a bit!"
"..."
Henry didn't care.
