Chapter 1144
- That night, Donald sat at Phoebe's dining table. He used his chopsticks to pick up the rice, but before he placed it in his mouth, he seemed to be deep in thought.
- Phoebe has seen him being absent—minded since he returned home. She couldn't help but raise her head and ask curiously, "What are you thinking about?"
- Donald immediately hurriedly ate with a little guilt, "Nothing, just ... is thinking about work."