Early in the morning, Misha found Lexus pacing in front of his bedroom door. Moreover, he looked uneasy.
"What are you doing daddy?" asked Misha as he folded his arms across his chest, eying his father suspiciously. "Why are you in front of my room?"
Lexus looked at him with a sullen face. "I didn't get up early to come see you, you go and work properly, so that you can earn a lot of money. Raising a child is expensive."
What kind of chatter was that? Misha frowned when he heard that.
"Was I an expensive child as well?" Misha asked in a calm voice.
"Yeah, you were so expensive," Lexus grumbled.
"But didn't I increase the company's profits by about eight percent when I took charge of it?" said Misha in a proud tone. "I think the profits I'm making now will be able to support a hundred children like me."
