บท 547: Grains of Sand, Big City, and Promise Part II

“My mother orders a custom-made one, not from any brand, I'll tell my mom to order one for you. Do you want it shipped to your home?” I asked as I sat down on the sofa and leaned back. Net nodded in acknowledgment before asking in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll ask Auntie about the price." The woman sitting next to me had a tendency of fussing when I bought items for her because she didn't enjoy getting stuff for free.

“Okay, up to you. Well, you're closer to my father and mother than a son like me.” I whispered and glanced at her to see the reaction.

“You don’t talk to them yourself. You don’t know what’s going on in your family business. What does your father do and where does he invest? What does your mom do...? You’re never keen to know. No, you just don’t care,” she said, moving her glasses and closing her eyes for a moment before opening them up and continuing to read the book in her hand.