"I see..."
Mr. Quintin spread out his hands with a very regretful expression. "Unfortunately, my face has been disfigured and there is a long scar, so I never take off my mask. I think I am not satisfied with your mother's request."
Bennett stared at the man for a long time, his little face wrinkled into a ball, and he was tangled for a long time. Then, he waved his small hand and said in a heroic manner, "It doesn't matter. Although my mother likes handsome men, she will also take my opinion into consideration. If you are good enough in other aspects, I can help you put in a good word for you. Besides... the facial features outside your mask are still very perfect. Even if you wear a mask, you are still good-looking. I guarantee that you can make my mother dizzy."
Mr. Quintin curled his lips, and there was a touch of playfulness between his eyebrows. "Does your mother only care about physical appearance?"
"Yes!"