"Brian?"
Old Hardenn punched in, sleepily opened the door, and after seeing a figure in the office, rubbed his eyes, "Weren't you supposed to be on a business trip for a month?"
"That place was too boring, so I came back early."
Brian buried his head in replying to comments.
He had just posted a picture of his motorcycle 'Beast' on his personal social media account.
With such a cool motorcycle, it would be ridiculous not to show it off.
It was a website similar to the forums Brian had known in his past life.
His 'Beast', with its domineering look and sci-fi exhaust pipe, had attracted over a dozen comments within just a minute or two of posting.
Looking at the silly netizens' sour comments was oddly satisfying.
"Any gifts?"
The old man scanned the room, slightly disappointed.
After Susan came back, she had brought them some perfume and branded wallets and stuff.
