Chapter 603: Remembering Things Seen on the Helicopter

"What should I tell?"

Enna Clark casually handed him a storybook, "Any story in this book will do."

Bobby turned his head away, looking like he didn't really want to listen. But he didn't refuse either.

Baron Lawrence glanced at him, took the storybook, leaned on the bed, opened the first page, and scanned the contents.

The Ugly Duckling?

The Little Match Girl?

One Thousand and One Nights?

Sleeping Beauty?

His handsome eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and looking at Bobby, who was only 5 years old but had a higher IQ than many of his peers, he didn't think he would like these stories. Such deceptive stories were fine for deceiving average three or four-year-olds, but not Bobby.