As he thought of this, Jacob could only say begrudgingly, "Well, since you want to run, I will definitely have to accompany you, then!"

"That's great!" Matilda was busy saying, "In that case, you can go out first. I'll change my clothes quickly and we'll leave immediately!"

"Okay..." Jacob, who was depressed, could only agree, turn around dejectedly, and go out the door.

This bedroom, originally in his eyes, was the tender place he had left behind for almost thirty years.

But now, he could only stand outside the door, waiting for Matilda to change her clothes inside.

The key was that Matilda, after changing her clothes, was dragging him to go running…

The depressed Jacob let out a long sigh, covering his face with one hand and holding his head with the other as he squatted down in front of Matilda's bedroom.

As he was squatting down, he was still thinking, 'What went wrong in the end?! It's hard to believe that the millet porridge really had such a magical effect!'

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