"Is it a burnt fruit? Are you sure you want to take out that thing? Are you sure?"

Weir looked at Dover calmly.

"Sure."

Weil had a headache. He couldn't say that he could predict the future and that fruit would be taken away.

Dover was also surprisingly waving. He was willing to take out such a precious thing as the roasted fruit.

“How can I save it for you?”

Ville's words made Dover obviously stunned.

Dover hesitated for a moment, but out of trust in Vill, Dover took the roasted fruit and handed it to Vill.

Weir held the roasted fruit in his hand and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

When the roasted fruits were brought into his hands and then taken out as prizes, it was definitely different from now.
Chapter completed!