"No problem."
As soon as Ophelia's words fell, Noah agreed immediately.
"Dad!"
After the communication with his mother ended, Ilya, already anxious, felt his unease magnify to the extreme. He looked at his father, who surrounded and closed in on him, with timid eyes.
"Come, my good son, you just heard it too, your mother said to let me take care of your equipment for safekeeping."
"But..."
"What's wrong? Are you worried that I would embezzle your equipment? Are you doubting your father's character?"
Seeing his son's face filled with hesitation, Noah immediately asked.
"No, father, I just can't bear to part with them."
Ilya hurriedly explained.
"I understand how you feel, but be good, you're still too young, and you haven't met the minimum requirements to use this equipment. You hand it over to me first, and I'll keep it safe for you, then return it to you when you're older."
The Golden Dragon gently comforted his son's unease.
"Alright then!"
