He didn't forget Samantha Foster's contribution either, "However, the design was drawn by Mrs. Foster."
Yvonne Young looked at the blackboard, clenched her fists in her pocket, her body involuntarily trembling, and resisted the urge to rush over and wipe it off.
Her gaze shifted to Samantha Foster, who responded with a smile.
She didn't respond and moved her cold gaze away, looking at Yolanda, who was innocently admiring Samantha Foster, probably unaware of her identity.
Yvonne Young felt as if something was choking her throat, afraid to open her mouth, fearing that her emotions would betray her inner turmoil.
But her indifference made Yolanda feel something was off, the happy smile on her little face gradually disappeared, "Auntie, are you angry that I drew Mrs. Foster's design with my uncle instead of yours?"
Yvonne Young quickly put away her indifference, adopting an attitude of not caring at all, "I played along with you, and I've already thrown it away."
