After a busy half day, Lynch's birthday party finally came to an end.
Or rather, anything that needed to be discussed had been discussed, so the party was over.
As he watched the guests leave, the community service company began arranging to clean everything up here.
This is the advantage of having money. Not only do you have no worries, but others also feel honored to serve you!
It's like standing in a cornfield, lifting your boots onto a serf's shoulder, the serf breathing on the boots and wiping them with his sleeve, saying with a slightly stiff accent, "It's my honor, sir." Just thinking about it sends chills down one's spine.
Penny hooked her arm around Lynch's as they walked toward the room, "I've also prepared a gift for you, I wonder if you'll like it."
The girl's expression was a bit strange; Lynch glanced at her but couldn't analyze what lay behind this slightly twisted excitement. He had a vague shadow in his mind but didn't know if his guess was correct.
