"Isn't this office a bit small?"
Molly Wellington followed Charles Taylor inside and saw the surroundings, frowning slightly.
"Not small, not small, just right. Anyway, I usually just play some games, watch some sports, don't need such a large space." Charles Taylor smiled indifferently.
This person has many flaws, yet one virtue — contentment.
Molly Wellington once privately heard her mother and godmother mention it, celebrating that Charles Taylor grew up with the Lucas family, supposedly without inheriting his parents' greed.
"Contentment brings happiness, and life is sufficient."
Molly Wellington puckered her lips, "You need to play less. In the past, I covered for you, but now with Abraham Redington here... he'll definitely keep an eye on you."
Charles Taylor loved playing too much, he was playful as a child and now in his twenties, almost thirty, he's still like this.
