The villagers kept talking, and they treated Thomas as a joke. The atmosphere in the room instantly reached its peak.
Nell felt anxious. ‘Sigh, won’t this be over if we just admit that we’re poor? Thomas, you insisted on pretending to be rich. Now you’ve failed to pretend, and you’re being criticized, right? This is so embarrassing.’
Thomas chuckled in resignation as he shook his head.
Why was it so hard for him to just have a meal?
“I remember that the boss of this restaurant is Willow Jones, right? Please ask him to come over,” he said to the waiter again.
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