"Grandpa!" Raine Sullivan glanced at him coyly, seeming a bit embarrassed.
"Forget it, Grandpa is used to this. From childhood to adulthood, have you made such mistakes less often? You remember everything about Ethan Laurent—what he likes and dislikes, his living habits, his schedule. Besides Ethan, who else do you remember so clearly?"
Tim Sullivan continued listing a whole bunch by himself.
"Grandpa, look at what you're saying. In the future, I'll recite your preferences like memorizing a book," Raine replied to him while discreetly observing Ethan Laurent.
Ethan Laurent's gaze was fixed on the chessboard, as if he hadn't heard a word between the two.
"Grandpa, it's your turn." Moving a chess piece, his voice was indifferent.
Tim Sullivan looked at him subtly, holding a chess piece ready to place it, then suddenly thinking of something, his face lifted.
