The three of them walked into the cottage. Prasarn and Rogier were still staring blankly.
They still couldn't believe that this was Stanley's house.
Sitting on an old chair, Stanley looked at the three of them.
He knew what they were thinking when he saw the eyes of Prasarn and Rogier.
He has seen a lot of such eyes.
"What? You don't believe that a demon aristocrat would live in such a place?" He teased Prasarn and Rogier.
Bashfully, Prasarn nodded.
"Haha, most demons who have been here also think so." Looking back at Leon, Stanley asked, "What do you think, Mr. Leon?" Expressionless, Leon said, "It's none of my business."
Stanley was almost choked by Leon's words.
After two seconds, he forced a smile and asked, "Why?" Leon smiled, "You must have something to show off. Shabby house, huh? There must be some surprise. Am I right?"
After he finished his words, both Prasarn and Rogier looked at Stanley worriedly.
Did what Leon said make him angry?