Brandon Piers came downstairs and casually pulled a hat out of his pocket, only to see that the spot that looked as if it had been chewed by a dog in the morning was now neatly re-knitted, smooth and pretty. As he passed by Pinky, Brandon raised his hand and put the hat on.
Witnessing all this from the doorway, Pullan, "..."
The young master's OCD seems to have gotten worse.
"What is it?" Brandon Piers suddenly looked up at Pullan.
Pullan straightened up with a start, "Second Young Master, Lawyer Jones is waiting for you outside."
"Hmm." Brandon Piers wasn't surprised at all and responded as he left the room, then saw Benjamin Jones leaning against his car, slightly raising his eyebrows, "Lawyer Jones, looking for me about something?"
"I privately think you should be very clear." Benjamin Jones stared into Brandon's eyes.
"Cough." Brandon Piers coughed artificially, his amber eyes filled with confusion, "Since Lawyer Jones said it's his private thought, how would I know."
