"So, Maxwell..."
Kent took out a pair of study glasses and carefully placed them over his eyes.
He then crossed one leg over the other and reached into his clothes, taking out a notebook and a pen.
The change in his appearance was so sudden that Maxwell couldn't help but stare.
Only a moment ago, Kent had been sitting casually in his bedroom, eating grapes from his cold storage as though he owned the place.
Now, he looked like a serious professor preparing to give a lecture.
Kent adjusted the glasses on his face.
His expression became serious.
"Speak to me... Let me counsel you."
The words were delivered with such seriousness that Maxwell was caught off guard.
He straightened slightly.
For the first time since Kent had entered his room, the frustration on his face seemed to ease.
"You came to give advice... Professor Kent."
There was a faint trace of surprise in Maxwell's voice.
He had expected Kent to tease him.
He had expected another lecture.
