Leroy, Have a Try

It was almost eight o'clock, and Reyna was hungry all the way.

She had just approached the hall when she saw the man next to the door and stopped in her tracks.

Leroy was squatting down and pouring cat food and water for Chubby. He lowered his head, his forehead protruding and smooth, and he was still wearing a pure black suit and the belt she had given him before.

His left hand was on his knee, his fingers slender, and a branded watch on his wrist. And his right hand was pouring cat food onto the cat plate. Chubby's entire head was almost buried in the cat plate, and it ate wholeheartedly and did not notice her return at all.

Wearing a suit that showed the wisdom of a businessman and doing something that only pet owners would do, this scene was somewhat weird.

Reyna was just about to speak when the man noticed her.

Turning his left leg, he looked up, and his gaze fell on her somewhat embarrassed face.

Leroy coldly snorted, "Don't you know you come back very late?"