"Ah, that kid definitely didn't turn on the fan. Wait a minute. Let me turn on the fan for you," he said, smiling. Freislor returned the smile before Mr. Broi left him. While inside, Breckson spoke softly to Jian.
"Jian, I'm sorry about Freislor. I was wrong for letting him touch your belongings," she said feeling guilty. Jian smiled and wiped away her tears.
"It's okay, Sis. After all, after this we'll talk about this person. I'm the one who should prepare myself for this. But, I cried in front of you both. Hahaha, I'm sorry," Jian smiled.
"Jian, turn on the fan, son. Don't let our guests feel the heat," said the father from the kitchen. Jian slapped his forehead and said, "Gosh, I forgot about that."
Jian rushed to the living room and turned on the fan. Breckson followed him with an uneasy face. He thought about what happened to Freislor after he scolded him. Freislor who was outside immediately stepped inside with a sad look.