Without saying a word, he retreated again. He didn't know how to respond this time; surely he couldn't just say that it was Young Master Hallow's snack.
Atlas Hallow glanced at the ornate box. Inside was a box of peanuts and lotus seeds crafted from gold, perfectly mirroring the intricate details. The Foster Family indeed had it all. He had casually joked about not eating golden lotus seeds, but unexpectedly, Fifth Young Master actually brought him a box.
Who demanded such precious sugar-coated lotus seeds?
Some people remain emotionless until they fall in love, only to find themselves helplessly ensnared.
Wasn't Fifth Young Master one of those people?
Atlas Hallow observed Fifth Young Master's restless gaze towards the courtyard gate. Was he still waiting for that small boy to be pushed over? No, it was a woman, as he had heard about it.
