“I’ll carry it, I’ll carry it. But if it’s really not heavy, you’d better start working out properly, kid.” The landlord obviously didn’t believe that the suitcase Andrew Grant had lifted so easily with one hand could be heavy. As he spoke, he walked over, pushed Henry Cole aside, grabbed the suitcase handle with one hand, and said with a relaxed face, “You brat, look—”

But before he could finish saying “see,” the landlord’s face turned red, and he had to use all his strength to finally lift it up.

“Dad, looks like you need to work out more too!” Henry Cole saw his dad’s face turn red and that he had to use all his strength to lift the suitcase with one hand, and couldn’t help but laugh, immediately teasing him.

“You brat, getting cocky, huh? Even daring to boss your dad around!” The landlord glared at Henry Cole, then turned to look at Andrew Grant in surprise and said, “Tell me, Andrew, what did you pack in this suitcase? Why is it so heavy?”

“It’s still hot these days, so the clothes are all pretty light. That’s why I brought more books, so it’s a bit heavy,” Andrew Grant explained with a smile.

“No wonder it’s so heavy! But you’re really strong, almost as strong as your uncle here.” The landlord looked relieved.

“Come on, Dad, stop flattering yourself. Andrew lifted it easily with one hand, but the veins on your forehead were popping out just now.” Henry Cole immediately exposed him without mercy.

“You just know how to run your mouth. Look at Andrew, he even remembers to bring books when he goes out. And you?” The landlord’s old face flushed a little, then he quickly changed the subject and scolded.

“My books are at home, aren’t they? Why would I need to carry them around?” Henry Cole muttered, and when he saw his dad raise his hand as if to hit him, he immediately dashed up the stairs.

After running up the stairs, he didn’t forget to say to Andrew Grant, “Andrew, you’re strong, so I won’t help out!”

With that, he scampered upstairs.

“This kid!” The landlord shook his head helplessly, then said to Andrew Grant, “Andrew, you see how it is. He’s been spoiled by us since he was little. From now on, you’ll be at the same school, same grade, and maybe even in the same class. Now you’re even living one above the other. You have to help your uncle keep an eye on him.”

“Don’t worry, uncle, I will.” Andrew Grant had grown fond of this father and son, and nodded with a smile.

“Good, good. With your help, I feel much more at ease.” The landlord smiled happily, then patted Andrew Grant on the shoulder and said, “Go ahead and tidy up your room. If you need anything, just tell your uncle or aunt. I’ll go watch the shop.”

“Thank you, uncle. Go ahead, I’ll bring the rent down to you in a bit,” Andrew Grant said.

“No rush on the rent, no rush!” The landlord laughed as he turned and went to the shop.

Andrew Grant went up to the fifth floor, opened his suitcase, took out his toiletries and arranged them in the bathroom. Just as he was about to take out his clothes and put them in the wardrobe, Henry Cole suddenly ran up, grabbed Andrew Grant’s arm without a word, and dragged him to the window.

“See that girl with the ponytail and denim shorts?” At the window, Henry Cole pointed to a house diagonally across the street, his eyes shining and his face full of lecherous excitement.

Chapter 0011 The Girl Across the Street

Andrew Grant followed Henry Cole’s finger and looked across the street. He was slightly stunned—wasn’t that Emma Foster, the girl he’d met on the street earlier?

“I see her. What about it?” Andrew Grant’s expression quickly turned puzzled. He didn’t know why Henry Cole was so excited to drag him over to look at Emma Foster. Could it be that he saw the scene earlier when he’d played the hero?

Impossible. When he’d arrived, Henry Cole was still in his underwear, sleeping in his room!

“Come on, bro, are you really clueless or just pretending? Didn’t you notice how hot that girl across the street is? Tsk tsk, that face is so pretty, those legs are so white and long, and… slurp!” Henry Cole rolled his eyes at Andrew Grant, and as he spoke, he couldn’t help but drool, quickly sucking it back in, looking as lecherous as could be.

“She is hot, but what’s that got to do with you? Don’t tell me you’re planning to chase her!” Andrew Grant was a bit disgusted by Henry Cole’s lewdness, but had to admit Emma Foster was indeed beautiful. He nodded, then deliberately looked Henry Cole up and down.

“Hey, don’t look down on a fat guy! Maybe Emma Foster likes chubby ones!” Henry Cole was annoyed by Andrew Grant’s gaze, rolled his eyes, then deliberately tugged at his waistband and jiggled his fat, making Andrew Grant shudder.

“I think your chances are about the same as winning the lottery. You’d better focus on working out and get yourself an eight-pack like me first.” Andrew Grant lifted his shirt, revealing abs as hard as steel.