Serena Sutton shook the feather duster in her hand and said sternly, "Norbert Suttun, would you please be serious."
"Staying up late is staying up late, what's with all the excuses? You can't get your work done during the day or what, you just have to wait until night."
"Your schedule is completely messed up already, it needs to be adjusted…"
Watching the little girl in front of him go on and on like a machine gun, Norbert Suttun's brows slowly knitted together. "You really learned Old Hale's tricks to perfection, huh. Talk this much?"
His tone was still careless, a smile lingering in those pretty, fox-like eyes, his whole look lazy and roguish. Just looking at Norbert Suttun right now, you could pretty much imagine what he was like talking to teachers back in school.
