Pop… Part III
“Good. I’ll have to take a look around.”
“Yes?”
The bizarre uncle immediately walked forward as soon as he finished speaking. It seemed that he did not care about receiving permission from the owner at all. Madame Fon moved her mouth in surprise, but no sound came out.
Joke intended to stop his father, but his action was interrupted by his brother’s hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll keep an eye on him. You explain the situation to the owner first. She looks awfully confused.”
Then, he went to follow behind their troublesome father, giving Joke time to finally fully breathe. However, that was also the same time that Madame Fon stared at him with eyes that seemed to be wrenching the answer out of him.
“What does your dad want?”
Joke hurriedly put his hands together to salute and apologize when given that short and clear question.