Putting down the notebook, Donald felt complicated in his heart.

It turned that this guy knew he was also a star before.

However, when they first met on the company that day, he still call him as his fan!t

Although he wanted to pull him up to beat him severely, Donald still tried to control himself.

Because, this guy was right.

He was indeed an arrogant and boring person.

He had no talent for music. He had no talent for acting. He thought that he was a superstar with only a handsome face. He was defiant. So now, he became a has-been idol.

If he could have made more efforts, he probably wouldn't be in such a situation.

After a moment's hesitation, he closed the notebook and put it back in Terry's pocket.

His movement woke Terry up.

Terry rubbed his bleary eyes and looked around, looking confused.

When he saw Donald's face, he just remembered why he would be here.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep," said Terry.

He sat up and was in somewhat embarrassed.

"Here is the porridge." Donald said as he put the bowl in front of him without looking at him.

"It's been cold for a while. It’s not hot. You can eat it now,” said Donald.

Terry took the porridge and looked at Donald.

"Won't you eat it?” asked Terry.

Donald avoided his eyes and said in a stiff tone, “I'm not hungry."

Terry did not say anything more. He just held the bowl to have the meal.

After looking at the notebook, Donald felt embarrassed in face of Terry. He put on an apron and took a rag into the kitchen. He began to clean the kitchen.

Looking at his completely different attitude to him, Terry seemed to have realized something.

He reached out and touched his chest.

Then he took out the notebook and opened it.

The position of the red ribbon had changed.

In other words, Donald had seen the notebook.

Terry quietly put back the notebook and had the meal quickly.

Then he got up and went into the kitchen,

"Uncle, I'm done."

"Well, put it down. I'll wash it later," said Donald.

Donald avoided his eyes and wiped the table dully as before.

However, Terry put down the dishes, but did not leave the kitchen.

"Uncle, is there something you want to say to me?"

Donald glanced at him, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“No, we're running out of time. We should get ready to go..."

Before Donald finished his words, he was caught by the shoulder. Then a powerful force pressed him in front of the refrigerator,

Then a hand reached out and rubbed his forehead with the cuff.

"You sweat so much, uncle," said Terry.

Then, his hand gradually moved down and wiped the sweat on the tip of Donald’s nose.

Finally, Donald couldn't control herself. He pushed him away and roared at him, "That's enough! Do you think it's funny to play tricks on me? Terry!"

As he said, he tore off his apron and threw it on the floor.

"That's right! I am an arrogant and useless person. I am not working as hard as you. I also have no musical talent as you. I would be picky when I joined a show. So finally, I got nothing. I became a has-been star and ended the contract with the company. So, you think it’s fulfilling to teasing me after I became a failure, right? You are happy to see me as a lost dog, right?"

Terry looked down and picked up his apron that Donald had thrown on the ground.

"It’s you who think you are failure. No one thinks you are a lost dog but yourself."

As Terry said that, he handed the apron back to Donald.

"People like me who have trouble in contacting with people could still be an idol. Why can't you be popular again since you are once a hot and popular idol?"

After a pause, he spoke again. "Because you are not useless. At least, you have given many people new hope before."