"What are you laughing at?" Carroll, confused, pulled my hand and let me sit down.
I said with a smile, "I thought only the ill-bred like Mrs. Laura would make a scene. Obviously, I made a mistake."
"Doesn't Old Madame Brown act like Mrs. Laura now?"
"What Madame? She is just an unreasonable old woman."
"Her background isn't much different from that of Laura," Carroll poked my forehead, "You're naughty."
Joey helped Old Madame Brown up with all his Jason and then whispered in her ear.
Old Madame Brown instantly stopped crying. She glared at me. "Carroll, your happy days will end soon. You have a soft spot now."
"Oh?" Carroll stood up and straightened his trousers. "I am interested in how you will make use of my soft spot."
After that, he pulled me away.
I looke
