I was disliked again and felt a bit unhappy, so I went silent with a cold face.
Marcel glanced at me and scratched his head again. "I didn't mean it that way."
"Then what do you mean? Is this place owned by your family?"
"Strictly speaking, it's built by my family." Marcel's face was turning as red as blood, and nearby young girls were already pulling out their phones.
He simply picked up Brice with one hand to block his face, and with the other hand, he pulled me. "Let's leave first; this is too embarrassing."
He pulled me to an apartment building next to Ferno Park, entering the house I saw in the surveillance footage a few days ago.
The precarious sofa, the wobbly table legs, the torn cushions, and the scattered cotton on the floor were all there.
I exclaimed, "Brice, you're something else! You're a real whirlwind!"
Marcel corrected me seriously. "He's very well-behaved. It's just that when I went back to the old house recently, my friend didn't take good care of him, and he developed separation anxiety."
Brice stared at me with his round eyes, still laughing with me.
I patted his head. "You didn't get your walk finished earlier, did you? How about I take you for a walk now?"