The car drove a little while, and Sylvan Cheney seemed to remember something. He raised his head, rubbed his temples, and tried hard to sober up a bit.
He opened his phone and found the fairy tale "The Little Mermaid."
This is what I'll tell.
Sylvan Cheney's deep, pleasant voice echoed in the quiet, narrow space. Even though he was drunk, his words were clear, and his voice was exceptionally pleasing.
Elder Axel was taken aback for a moment. The boss, when drunk, actually has this kind of hobby?
Storytelling?
This hobby is quite rare.
Others, when drunk, talk nonsense or act crazy. The boss actually... tells stories??
Elder Axel saw Sylvan Cheney narrating earnestly and attentively, and dared not interrupt, although it gave him a bit of the creeps.
The story wasn't long. It didn't take long before he finished.
Sylvan Cheney sent the voice message over, the corners of his lips lifting, his eyes full of smiles.
Elder Axel didn't dare to say a word and quietly drove.
