Smiled At The Thought Of It

...... Maxwell was really happy to see Jefferson. From the moment he laid eyes on Jefferson, the smile on his face had never faded even a second. He even invited Jefferson out to the park early in the morning to spar. Jefferson didn't want to ruin the mood, but he didn't dare to go too hard on Maxwell either. After just two moves, Maxwell complained, "You brat, at least try to be less obvious when you're going easy on me." "Since you can tell I'm going easy on you, then let's just stop right here, alright?" said Jefferson with a smile. "Wouldn't it be nicer if we just sit down and have a chat while drinking tea?" "Look at you, you're such a young chap yet you're so much less active than I am. Sparring is something you need to practice everyday, or you will lose your touch on it. Am I clear?" Because of his identity, Maxwell was strict to himself as well as his children and grandchildren. Dote as he might on his heirs, there was a limit to it. He would never break away from his principl