After a moment's silence, Moore said, "I understand."

Martin withdrew his sight slowly and said slowly, "judging the situation and time, it's meaningless to make a sacrifice. At any time, you must know your own ability clearly. If you can do this, I have nothing to teach you."

Hearing this, Moore's eyes were filled with sadness. Martin's chiseled face was reflected in his glazed eyes.

Since he had memory, he had been with Martin. He knew that he was not Martin's child, but Martin treated him differently.

The first poem he learned, the first fist he practiced, the first word he could write...

It was all taught by this man. At that time, Martin was busy with his work and James took care of him most of the time. But for some reason, he preferred Martin more.

This man seemed to be always wearing a cold expression on his face. When he hugged him, he could feel his coldness, but he still liked to climb up his legs to make trouble.

When he was a little older, he preferred to make fun of the members of the V Security team. With the protection of Martin, the members of the V Security team had to make a detour to avoid being teased by him.

In fact, for so many years, he had always wanted to ask Martin if it was because his father had entrusted him with him before his death that Martin had been particularly tolerant of him, or perhaps Martin had other feelings for him besides the promise to his father.

But he didn't dare to ask. He was afraid that he would be in a difficult position as soon as he opened his mouth.

Thinking of that, Moore's eyes turned a little red. Then he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Are you going to take me back this time to kick me out of the Yan Garden?"

Martin, "You've grown up. It's time for you to go out and gain experience. The Yan Garden has always been your home. If you don't want to live outside, you can live at home. But don't bully Cassandra. She is short tempered and bold. If you have a conflict, I won't help you."

'Yes, he's really a wife protector.'

Moore was not blind. Of course he could see that Martin tre

t home, except for afraid of Martin, everyone else wanted to clear shit for it in a rush.

The devil Five was coming back. Carlos felt that his doomsday was coming.

Martin's eyes were empty for a few seconds, and then he remembered that what Carlos had said was that cat. He thought for a while and said, "You can ask Cassandra if she likes it or not."

The subtext was, 'If she likes it, you can raise it; if she doesn't like it, don't take it back.'

With a look of recovering his soul, Carlos immediately rushed to look for Cassandra. Cassandra, who was indulged in the game, didn't take Carlos seriously at all. She replied absentmindedly, "What is Five?"

"You are not allowed to insult my family Five!"

The corner of Carlos' mouth twitched, and he hurriedly explained, "Don't be excited, little Moore. Cassandra doesn't know what Five is. Five is a cat, an orange cat, which is very gluttonous and sleepy. Its weight is close to 16 pounds. Do you like it, sister-in-law?"

'You certainly don't like it!'

Cassandra pouted, "Is it fat? I like it. How could it be so fat? Can you take it back and let me touch it? It's good to raise it at home as a mascot. "

Carlos, "..."

The expectant expression on his face froze in an instant.

'A fat cat about 16 years old, pressing on your chest, can't even breathe. Why do you like it?

Gentlemen, could you please leave me a way out?'