"Exactly, exactly," Xaviar nodded in agreement like a little adult beside the Great Grandmother, "Great Grandmother, why don't you bring back a few more girls for Dad to see..."
Before Xaviar could finish, he immediately felt a chilly gaze sweep over him; he stopped abruptly and quickly jumped off the sofa.
"Great Grandmother, Dad, I'm going upstairs to take a shower and sleep. I have an art class at the training center tomorrow morning," said Xaviar, and with that, he scampered upstairs.
"Hey, Xaviar, didn't you say you weren't going to the training center for art class anymore?" Sophia Wilson called out, somewhat surprised.
"When did I say I wasn't going to the art class? You must have heard wrong, Great Grandmother," Xaviar's voice came from around the corner of the staircase, and soon his figure and the sound of his footsteps disappeared into the stairwell.
