He said, "You have a good eye. Look at that girl's bright eyes, she's a smart one."
"Right? Right? As soon as I saw this little girl, I felt she was my junior sister." Warren said this while continuing to massage his master's shoulders.
"Whose little girl is she? You just snatched her up like this?"
"Master, what do you mean by snatched? I carefully selected her among thousands. The most important thing is that she's particularly interested in the subject of the brain."
"Oh? How is she interested?"
"Because she wants to perform brain surgery on her mother..."
Warren slowly recounted Moira Mason's life, not noticing that the more he spoke, the more his master's expression changed. Finally, when he paused, his master suddenly asked, "What's her name? What's her name?"
"Huh? Little Ginger."
"What's her mother's name?"
"Her mother's name is Autumn Flack."
As Warren's words fell, Amos Russell looked at Warren as if he had seen a ghost.
"Master."
