The phone on the table suddenly received a SnapChat notification; he glanced at it, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifted, smiling softly and indulgently.
That was the smile on Zachary's face every time he doted on Yolanda.
Yvonne Young stared at Spencer Sullivan, somewhat absent-minded.
Spencer Sullivan suddenly raised his head and met Yvonne Young's dazed gaze. The smile on his mouth vanished in an instant.
Yvonne Young's eyes suddenly seemed to lose their color. She came back to her senses, lowered her head and bit into the dumpling in her hand.
Then she looked back at Spencer Sullivan, lips curling disdainfully, "You're not young anymore, so if you can't do it twice a week, change it to three times every two weeks."
Her words could easily make one feel doubtful about their capabilities.
Spencer Sullivan thought of how Yvonne Young searched on the phone last night to see if a twenty-seven-year-old man could be considered young. "I'm only twenty-six."
