Jordan hummed, got up, and took out a potion bottle from his trousers pocket, throwing it on the coffee table. "Leo bought it for you and asked me to send it to you."
"Where is he?" Then Irish knew the reason why Jordan could find this place.
"On a business trip."
Irish nodded and found it was a bottle of imported potion for wound treatment, which sold well worldwide. "I'll call him and thank him. Besides, what else is in your pocket?" She slanted her eyes to the other side of his pocket.
It was bulging inside.
Jordan lowered his head along with her eyes, her face slightly embarrassed, and stretched out her hand against the protruding position. Irish did not know why he was suddenly embarrassed, seeing his red face, and she was shocked. God, it could not be his.
But it didn't look like it. He grew so quickly, did he?
