Caroline Edwin tasted a grape, then walked over and took a seat next to Blake Fuller.
She reached out to take the book from his hands and naturally asked about the part he was explaining.
Joan Edwin frowned, "What, you're planning to lecture me now?"
The anger in his heart had dissipated, but his tone of speech was still a little too harsh and not very pleasant.
If it were acting, he believed his sister could pull it off, but when it came to economics…
Blake Fuller, with his slender finger bones, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, "It's just economics, I believe in Carol."
His face showed trust without a hint of falsehood or pretense.
Seeing this, Joan Edwin's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"..."
Forget it.
How thick are these filters, or is it that Blake's prescription has gone up again?
Caroline saw his languid sitting posture and scanned him with a fleeting look in her eyes.
"Sit up properly."