Chapter 28

"Mr. Anderson, you can go up and rest now." Chris reached out to snatch the pair of crystal cufflinks back from his hand, but Deacon Anderson would rather die than let him go. "Mr. Anderson, the lady will be angry if you do this." Chris spoke again. Deacon Anderson: "..." Finally, Deacon Anderson had to let go. With a look of resentment, he watched Chris sort out the pile of presents in front of him. Obviously he did a good deed, why was he even deprived of the qualification to choose gifts? woo woo... Why is God so unfair! the next morning. Chonen White floated down from upstairs with a resentful expression on his face. Without the comfort of the blanket, Chonen White was almost tossing and turning last night. So much so that the eyes looking at Deacon Anderson wanted to eat him alive. Deacon Anderson received Chonen White's gaze,