Arthur glanced at him and slowly folded the newspaper away: "Eld, I want to ask you a question."
"What question?" Eld naturally poured himself a cup of tea from Arthur's teapot: "If you're asking about the cost of advertising, I think ten British pounds should be a very fair price."
"The advertising thing is another matter." Arthur took a sip of tea: "I want to ask, what on earth did you buy that new house for? You don't lack a place to stay, so why do you insist on crashing at my place every day?"
"Why?" Eld shamelessly replied: "Because breakfast at your place is better, and there's Becky..."
He nodded towards the kitchen: "Her tea is way better than mine."
Becky, who was busy in the kitchen, couldn't help blushing: "Mr. Carter, you're flattering me."
"Cut the nonsense." Arthur poured some more milk into his teacup: "Didn't you buy that house near Piccadilly? It's not even a five-minute walk to all the clubs. Are you running to my place every day just for a cup of tea?"
