Casey was practicing calligraphy.
After a while...
The door was suddenly pulled open.
Kelton walked in with his head lowered and said timidly, "Grandpa."
"What's the matter?" Casey's tone was very cold.
"My mother asked me to come and ask if there is anything I can help with at home. I have nothing to do, and I want to help. She said this is what I should do," Kelton said.
Casey nodded. "Your mother is a sensible person. Why didn't you learn more from her? If I do something to make you angry, I hope you can have a calm heart."
"Ah? Grandpa, how can you make me angry?"
Kelton stuck out his tongue.
Casey sighed slightly, "How about this? You go and help clean up the house. The maid is old, and she's too busy for that."
Kelton frowned.
He was anxious. "Grandpa, I am the future head of the Stocker family. Do you want me to help clean up? This is not good."