Sure enough, it was just as Stanley anticipated, Jenny thought to herself.
Harsh as Leonardo's words were, it meant that he would go find Stanley and talk to him.
"Mr. Emerson, farewell." Jenny turned around and left.
The door was shut. Leonardo stood there motionlessly.
After a long while, he suddenly gave a kick to the plant beside him. With a crisp sound, the ceramic flowerpot fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Leonardo slowly let out a breath with some difficulty, his look gloomy. Killing intent crossed his face.
The sound of keys came. Someone opened the door from the outside, and in the next moment, the door was pushed open. Then came the wheels rolling on the ground.
Leonardo frowned. But when he turned around, the gloomy look had disappeared. He returned to be calm and indifferent as usual.
"Why are you so angry?" Summer sat in a wheelchair and swept her gaze over the pieces of ceramic pot behind him. Then, she landed her gaze on Leonardo again.
Tim followed behind Summer, silent. Leonardo took a glance at the mess and replied in a calm tone, "I happened to knock it over."
Summer did not expose his lie, "Then, let's go home."
Leonardo's gaze seemed softer.
"Okay."
On the way back, Summer did not speak to Leonardo. She closed her eyes and rested her mind. She could feel Leonardo's fixed gaze.
Summer opened her eyes and met Leonardo's deep eyes. His eyes were filled with complicated emotions. Summer gazed at him for a while. She finally couldn't help but ask, "What did Jenny say?"
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