(Sean POV)
"I got my first 100 when I was fourteen, when I was younger than your guys," Chelsea boasted. Luis cracks a small smile.
"You're only talking to Sean, Chelsea; I've had mine since I was three."
“Whoa! That's nonsense, Luis." I object.
“Tsk. At the very least, I got it the first time I held the golf bat."
Because they enjoy speaking arrogantly.
"And it's true. Tsk." I know they are lying.
"What the hell! I believe your wife is capable of doing the same! Look! She's approaching! Yieee."
I turned to face Zhia, who was approaching from behind Hint. She was waving to us, and she appeared to be forced to get up.
Did Hint jolt her out of her slumber?
"Opsss. The ball may have struck something. Do you think I hit the migratory bird, heroin? " Chelsea said, and I'm not sure what was wrong with them when they laughe
