No matter how much Rowen complained on the sidelines, Xavier just didn't pay attention to him.

I couldn't help but help Rowen a little.

"Why don't you stay and have some fruit?"

"Sure! What kind of fruit is there?"

I turned my head and saw that there were only apples on the bed, so I handed them over and said, "Apples, why don't you take them and wash them?"

I didn't expect Rowen to ask me, "I'm too lazy to wash them, do you have a knife?"

I was a little ...