Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

When the car stopped outside Mr. Butler's house, Blanca was still a little nervous.

But fortunately, Peter was there with her.

"Old man, I haven't got any news about you recently. What are you doing?"

As soon as he entered, Peter began to clamor. Peter was the youngest disciple of Mr. Butler, so he was familiar with Mr. Butler's house.

Besides, he didn't take Mr. Butler as his teacher at all.

"Why should I report my life to you? I heard that you have been to attend a design exhibition in Italy. How is it going?"

Mr. Butler was reading a newspaper in the living room. He had a pair of presbyopic glasses on the bridge of his nose. From a distance, he looked like an old artist with both good looks and good manners.

"Hey, what else can I do? I won a silver prize."

Peter and Mr. Butler talked about the exhibition in Italy. Blanca didn't know much about it, so she found a place to sit down silently, not very close to Mr. Butler.

Mr. Butler

conversation. Mr. Butler looked at Blanca. In fact, Mr. Butler had been struggling in the world for so many years, and he had a

here to help you check your previous works. Aren't you

"You're quite arrogant!"

let her go to your collection room to have a look. Later, I’ll ask some people to come here to carry those works. As old rules, the works

"Okay."

mentioned her, Blanca was a little nervous. For no

Butler didn't object,

a while, Mr. Butler came over with a list and handed it to Blanca. "Everything is in

made Blanca feel

"Okay."

agreed and opened

was stunned

had a basic judgment. Some of these paintings were light in style, and some were