Soon, rustling sounds came from the wardrobe.
Lucas Shaw walked out, his extraordinary demeanor barely hidden even in the Flavor Pavilion's uniform.
He stood in front of Edward Selwyn, his lips slightly curling into a shallow smile, "Senior Brother."
Edward scowled incredulously at the unabashed man before him, "What did you call me?"
"Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Lucas's expression was languid, his tone slightly weary.
Looking at that overly brazen smiling face, Edward felt a surge of anger, "Senior Brother is who you call? Who is your Senior Brother? Know your place!"
However, Lucas didn't seem to find anything wrong with it and even carried a hint of pride in his voice, "You are my wife's senior brother, so naturally, you are my senior brother as well. Isn't it the principle of 'a wife sings, the husband follows'? What's the issue?"
Edward: "..."
He had never seen someone so shamelessly brazen before!
Today was truly an eye-opener.