Sadie saw someone waving at her. She wanted to avoid it, but he had already shouted "janitor", and many people were looking at her. If she avoided them now, it would be too suspicious...


    And it would be embarrassing to have her identity exposed in public.


    So Sadie could only bite the bullet and go over.


    "There''s been a spill. Please clean it up," the manager directed.


    "Okay." Sadie started picking up the pieces of broken ss on the floor while being careful not to be recognized.


    Micah had moved his chair aside and was sitting to one side, meticulously wiping the stains off his hands with a wet wipe.


    "Micah, shall I apany you to change your clothes?" Andrew asked gingerly.


    "No need. Only the jacket is dirty." Micah took off his jacket and handed it to Andrew. Then he picked up his wine ss and continued drinking.


    "Wow, you''ve got muscles!" Nathan eximed upon seeing Micah''s strong and toned physique. Eagerly, he asked, "Big Bro, how do you work out?"


    Sadie, who was cleaning up, paused and looked up at Micah. ''Big bro? What''s going on?''


    "Boxing," Micah answered simply.


    "You box? What kind of boxing?" Nathan''s interest was immediately piqued. His hand holding the knife and fork paused as he eagerly anticipated Micah''s response. "I know every fighting style," Micah replied indifferently.


    "Really? I''d love to spar." Nathan was obsessed with martial arts.


    "Spar with me?" Micah chuckled. "I could beat you with just one finger!"


    "Psh, I don''t believe you." Nathan pouted defiantly, waving his little fists. "My leg is injured right now, but once it''s healed, I''ll show you what I''m made of."


    "We''ll see about that!" Micah didn''t even nce at him and continued sipping his wine.


    Mia handed Grandpa Clemens a piece of candy. Her voice sweet and endearing, she said, "Grandpa, we''re starting preschool tomorrow, and we can''t wear our smartwatches there. If you miss us, you can call us after school." "Why can''t you wear smartwatches? What if you get lost likest time?" Grandpa Clemens frowned.


    "I don''t know. The teacher said we can''t wear them at preschool." Mia yed with the cherry ice cream in her bowl.


    "What''s the name of your preschool?" Grandpa Clemens asked.


    "Sunflower Nursery!" Mia raised her hands and beamed. "That''s the name!"


    "Mhm." Grandpa Clemens gave Ss a meaningful look.


    Ss immediately understood and stepped aside to take care of it.


    "You shouldn''t spoil the kids like that," Micahmented quietly.


    "That''s how I like it," Grandpa Clemens retorted irritably.


    Micah couldn''t care less about arguing with him. He nced down at the janitor crouching nearby, busily cleaning, and a smirk yed on his lips. "Since you love these kids so much, why not just have them move in with you? Their house is too small. Shuttling back and forth isn''t convenient."


    Sadie tensed up, a sense of urgency in her heart, quietly hoping to herself, ''No, don''t agree...''


    "That sounds great!" Grandpa Clemens embraced the idea warmly and lovingly asked, "Kids, how about you stay over at Grandpa''s ce? I can take you to preschool every day and pick you up after."


    "Yeah!" Mia answered without hesitation, her little chubby hands rubbing together excitedly. "Then, can we stille here to y after school?"


    "Of course." Grandpa Clemens nodded with a smile. Then he said to Nathan, "I can even get a coach to teach you how to fight. You can learn any style you want."


    "Really? Awesome!" Nathan gestured excitedly with his fists. "Can I learn Taekwondo?"


    "No problem. I''ll have the world''s best Taekwondo instructore and teach you," Grandpa Clemens said. Just as he was about to signal Ss to make the arrangements...