Mr. Hoff rubbed his wrinkled face vigorously.
Interestingly, though his face had wrinkles, it was still softer than the faces of those homeless people outside.
Daily intake of sufficient nutrients kept his physical condition far better than ordinary people, but when facing trouble, this did not make him any better than others.
He couldn't curse. He wanted to take a sip of coffee to moisten his throat, but as he picked up the coffee, his trembling hand spilled it, wetting and scalding his leg, and he finally cursed aloud!
He threw the coffee cup forcefully on the ground, spewing out all the vile language he could think of toward that damned coffee cup!
As if... its existence was the biggest mistake in the world!
The housekeeper stood at the door, "Sir, do you need me to come in?"
His words calmed Mr. Hoff down. Mr. Hoff shook his hair, pressing his messy hair back to his scalp, and smoothed it with his hand, "No, thank you, the coffee cup fell to the ground."
