At the dining table, Nanny Garcia cautiously moved closer to Sophie Smith, taking advantage of Asher Land not having come downstairs yet.
"Miss Smith, why does it feel like the Young Master has been acting a bit strange lately?"
"Strange?" Sophie contemplated, "Strange how?"
"I can't quite put my finger on it, but it feels like his mood has improved a lot."
Improved mood counts as strange? Does it mean him being gloomy all day and losing his temper is normal?
"Nanny Garcia, you're overthinking it." Sophie sat by the dining table, flipping through a magazine, quietly waiting for Asher Land to come down for dinner. She waited a long time before she finally saw Asher land dawdling his way downstairs.
"Why are you so slow?" she complained unhappily.
Ha, slow?
"Sophie, if you had been with me earlier, I'd have resolved my problems quickly." Did he really need such a long cold shower?
Sophie blushed, knowingly closed her mouth, and served a bowl of soup in front of him.
