Andrew Campbell forcefully suppressed the emotional turmoil in his heart and walked up to me.
"Mr. Thomas." Andrew's smile was somewhat unnatural.
I looked at Andrew and laughed, "What's wrong? Your face looks terrible. What happened?"
Andrew was stunned, and quickly shook his head, "No...nothing, I just haven't been resting well lately."
I laughed and said, "I'll give you a pill another day, it'll guarantee you a better sleep than a pig."
The more I said that, the more unnatural Andrew's expression became.
"Mr. Thomas, let's...hurry inside." Andrew said, pulling my arm.
After we entered the living room, the dining table was already filled with exotic delicacies.
"So much food? Great! I haven't had a good meal for days." I excitedly sat down and started eating voraciously with chopsticks.
Andrew sat there without saying a word.
He looked at me from time to time and then outside the door.
"Why aren't you eating?" I asked while stuffing food into my mouth.
