“Cecilia, what are you saying?” Jack deliberately interrupted her. He turned his head and said to Johnson, “Johnson, don’t take it to heart.”
Johnson waved. “It’s okay. She is still young.”
The atmosphere of the banquet had always been in this strange state. Everyone seemed to be harmonious, but in fact, they were constantly throwing low jabs at each other. Jack kept suppressing Johnson by using Thomas.
He was very happy for the first time in so many years. As they ate and drank, Hugo suddenly stood up and said to Jack, “Dad, I didn’t prepare any gift for this special event today. I know that you like calligraphy, so I bought a copybook for you. I hope you like it.”
“Oh? Quickly let me have a look at it.”
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