Old Master Ink felt he was exceptionally ignored.
He was a bit displeased, scoffed, and especially looked down on Summer Sutton now, "It's just a man, what's the big deal? There are plenty of good men in this world, why do you only see that one?"
Summer hadn't spoken to him for several days, but she slowly lifted her face after his words.
"Grandpa is right." Surprisingly, she agreed with him, "There are plenty of good men in this world."
Who can't live without who?
Does a woman have to rely on a man to live?
"That's more like it, hurry up and eat properly. Look at you, starving for two or three days and your face is looking thinner. You look better with a bit of flesh." The Old Master waved his hand several times, urging her.
Summer nodded and quietly went to the dining room.
Just as she sat down, Manuel Ink returned from the company.
Seeing her sitting at the dining table, Manuel Ink slowly walked over to her and sat down next to her.
