While they were chatting, there were footsteps on the stairs behind them. "Uncle Tony."
Twain and Dunn turned at the same time, and then they both stood in amazement.
Shania wore a tight-fitting black dress. The dress hugged closely to Shania's legs, and the layers of ruffles gradually fanned out from her calves, touching the floor. It made her look like a beautiful black lotus flower. She did not wear any other accessories, just that simple black dress. Standing on the stairs, she looked like the model she was.
"I didn't bring any nice clothes, just this dress that I don't usually wear. Is this okay, Uncle Tony?"
"Oh my god ... Shania, are you in a runway show? There's no need to dress like that..." Twain regained his composure.
"You're the one who asked me to wear my most beautiful clothes!" Shania whined.
