After speaking, the two sat down, and the topic naturally shifted to daily matters.
"Actually," Eduardo picked up the teacup and smiled lightly, "the family sent much more than just these two things.
The carts outside are almost full, and according to the people traveling with them, a pile of boxes is stacked on the small square; they can't even be moved inside."
"Is that so?" Louis chuckled softly, with a hint of helplessness, "Please ask them to wait a moment. The warehouse in Red Tide City is almost out of space these days."
"Yes, I noticed."
In the ensuing conversation, both of them maintained their composure, lacking pretense and probing questions; everything felt natural, like thin clouds in spring.
But Louis had long known that Eduardo's true mission was not just to deliver gifts.
He was here for "investigation."
And the "investigation target" he had was just one of the core secrets Louis didn't want anyone to pry into.
