At this point, Anita had no reason to refuse. Besides, a voice in her head was also telling her so. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll take good care of Owen."
"Good child, I believe you," Sylvia said as she looked at Anita and patted her shoulder affectionately.
"I was just showing you the photos. Why am I talking about these old things?" Sylvia composed herself and said to Anita with a smile.
"Don't say that, Mom. I'm happy to know more about our family," Anita said with a smile.
"Good child, I'll tell you slowly in the future, but go and rest first." Mrs. Sylvia looked at Anita and said, "If you don't go back soon, I'm afraid Owen will be angry with me."
"Mom, why would he be angry?" Anita didn't understand Mrs. Sylvia's words and asked dubiously.
Sylvia looked at Anita and couldn't help but laugh. "I've been occupying his wife, so you guys can't go back to your rooms to rest early. Won't he be angry?"
