Chapter 156. Really?

In the shop, a mouthful of "Mr. Millers" was heard, which made Leon very uncomfortable. Tommy was that kind that he would always call him "Sir".

"Sir, I heard my grandfather say that you were on Fairmont Street, so I came over. I heard that someone was bothering you." Tommy asked.

"I've asked your grandfather to take care of it. It's no big deal. Don't look for trouble, boy." Leon raised his hand slightly and took a sip of his cigarette.

Tommy stared carefully at Leon's smoking posture and was extremely excited.

In his view, Leon's every move showed a touch of ecstasy, handsome to his scalp numb, although Leon himself does not think so.

"You have to write a poem at this time, first there is Leon, and then one day, you can raise your hand and smoke like a god!"

Tommy worshiped Leon, to the point of fanaticism.

Leon looked at Tommy, like a fool with a cigarette in his mouth. He remembered that Tommy was not so funny before.

"Wha