The loud downpour of the rain can be heard from the slightly opened window. Lowell’s forehead wrinkled as soon as he regained his senses. Even with closed eyes, he could tell from the mattress he’s laying on right now that he’s not at his penthouse.
His head throbbed in pain but he tried his best to unfurl his vision. He was welcomed with two pairs of children’s eyes staring back at him. Taken aback, he immediately sat up and gave them a confused look. For a moment, he thought he was still dreaming.
The little boy in a blue shirt tugged the sheets and turned to the other kid. “Pretty bwoi ish awake. Should we twell Wen-wen?”
The boy in red and visibly chubbier than the previous one shook his head. “Nwo, Wen-wen is cooking breakky.”
“Wen-wen?” Lowell muttered and
