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Jas Landon’s relaxed brows furrowed once again, mumbling, "Children, hard to teach."

Especially when in front of the cara, after all, they’re not the children’s parents, if their words were too harsh, they’d certainly be misinterpreted viciously online. But so children were a handful, and needed to be disciplined.

Just like the little butterfly from before, she never knew the amount of trouble her casual words could cause others.

Especially for a sowhat introverted child like Phoebe Sherton, the rejection of others might cause her to beco even more withdrawn.

However, seeing Phoebe’s happy expression now, it seed she has already forgotten about it.

Hannah walked towards the house with Jas Landon trailing behind her, "Growth is a process. While they’re learning good things, they’re also picking up bad habits. The small butterfly likes Matthew Quach and wants to be close to him. Rather than saying sothing, it’s better if Matthew says it. Just one casual sentence from him would be more effective than my words."

Otherwise, the little butterfly wouldn’t have ran away in a huff.

She couldn’t wait to make a good impression in front of Matthew. However, not only did she fail to make a good impression, but what she said was also overheard by Matthew, and naturally, she felt awkward.

She spoke of things she didn’t like, while Matthew voiced his preferences. Naturally, she felt inadequate compared to Phoebe in Matthew’s eyes and, naturally, she was angered.

She was both embarrassed and angry— there was no need for further words.

Jas Landon was slightly taken aback upon realizing this. He was montarily surprised before murmuring, "You’re really capable."

Hannah looked at him, brimming with a smile at the corner of her mouth, and called out, "Jas."

She rarely called him by his na directly.

A shudder passed through Jas, but luckily, his bangs, which hadn’t been trimd for a long ti, hid his expression.

He just sat down next to her.

The faint cool breeze blew over, seemingly carrying her delicate scent, like an orchid blooming in the valley under the night sky, rich and fragrant.

She leaned her head to one side, her eyelashes lightly fluttering, "Jas, is it okay if I co over to your place for dinner tonight?"

Hannah rembered she was responsible for all her als starting from today.

She wasn’t a good cook and didn’t expect a seven-year-old child like Matthew to be one either, so she could only seek help from others.

Owen Hanson looked at her with a mix of admiration and hidden calculation. Hilary Quin was probably in the sa boat, so her best option left was Jas Landon.

As Jas Landon beca aware again, eting her amused eyes, he couldn’t say no.

He could only nod.

Hannah thanked him, then called for Matthew who just entered the house, telling him they have dinner plans for tonight.

Naturally, she was happy.

But she didn’t expect that Matthew, glancing at Jas Landon, would respond with a stern face, "We don’t need him, I won’t let you starve either."

Having said that, he turned to leave.

Hannah sighed, "Such a small kid, but quite the temper."

*

The production team prepared a total of four huts, differing in quality from best to worst.

They didn’t hide anything from the participants who had the chance to inspect them all.

The best house wasn’t as lavishly decorated as the city villas, but in the rural setting, it had its own charm. As for the worst one...

It was in a shaky state, seemingly about to fall over with the next gust, the rooftop straw almost ready to be blown away. Despite owning a small courtyard, it was bare, with the only item being a dilapidated chicken coop. There was even an exposed dog hole in the corner of the wall that no one has blocked.

Hannah stood in front of the house, smiling. However, her smile didn’t reach her eyes, "Matthew, you have quite the luck."

Perhaps it was due to Hilary Quin’s sudden arrival and George Quach’s last-minute change of ga rules for a complete self-reliance approach, which caused this.

Matthew bit his lip, looking sowhat uncomfortable, and pushed the wooden gate, "It’s not that bad..."

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