"Don't worry about me," Ashue, who had been silent, said, "I don't need someone to accompany me until the start of the game to be able to play normally. I'm not that fragile. The prodigy just needs to rest in peace."
"No." The prodigy shook his head.
Seeing that the prodigy had no intention of lying down, Grayson put the cold-proof jacket that Musa had worn before on his shoulders. The child prodigy pulled on the chest of his coat and said in a firm tone: "As long as I have a good night's sleep, I will be fine. Tomorrow morning, I will definitely take the responsibility of taking care of Senior Ashue."
"Okay," the landlord studied the prodigy's expression for a while, then nodded, "Then we'll go with the original plan and let the prodigy take care of Ashue. Is that okay? Braxton."
"......Um."
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