Victor Morgan went upstairs, full of suspicion. He wanted to see for himself just what was so hard to explain.
But as soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard Vera Warner's voice coming from the room.
"Yes, yes, yes! Look, these are this hero's skills. He should be more of an attack type."
"This one has more health, so it's meant for support and control."
"This one's movement speed is fast. It must be for roaming and supporting different lanes."
...
Listening to Vera Warner, Victor Morgan stood outside the door, completely dumbfounded. 'Is she teaching Violet how to play a game?'
The thought made him chuckle. It seemed this woman was truly obsessed with the game. She focused on it whenever she had free time, and now she had even gotten Violet hooked.
When Victor Morgan entered, just as he expected, the two of them were sprawled on the sofa, each clutching a phone and frantically tapping away.
"Pres... President Morgan! I..."
