Holding Bu Dao in his arms, the other would bare its teeth and claws wanting chocolate.
On the other hand, Jean Arnou's son would most often just sit alone on a sun lounger, hugging a plush toy, lost in thought.
A day, a year, or a lifetime.
The distinction on Tony seemed subtle.
He even lived his entire life like a big puppet dressed up by caregivers.
In these treatment logs, the doctor's notes about the servants' descriptions of Tony, the words clearly conveyed Tony's lack of sufficient "human" emotions.
"The cat called Amy, perhaps it's a good opportunity."
In the silent chatroom, Mr. Tree Sloth suddenly spoke.
Anna also had the same information sent by Jean Arnou's assistant in her hands.
She spoke up, "Lady Detective Cat, did you see that photo taken by the swimming pool earlier? I find this photo looks rather unique."
Gu Weijing knew which photo Mr. Tree Sloth was referring to.
As the agent spoke, his gaze rested on a photo printed from a document in a manila folder.
