"Evelyn, whose telephone is it? Even the Little Princess wants to answer!" Molly followed closely behind Evelyn Sherman, and upon seeing her facial expression change, the soft little body hugged her thigh, lifting her delicate little face and looking at her with a sly grin.
"It's a call from a Weird Uncle; he's so ugly, he would scare the Little Princess," Evelyn's brow furrowed, not expecting to suddenly receive a call from Lucas Scott, briefly losing her composure.
Then, she spared no mercy in complaining to the Little Princess.
Hearing her voice, Lucas Scott's face instantly darkened.
He glanced down at the most fashionable red suit on his body, then turned to look at his notoriously handsome face in the glass mirror surface, may I ask: where does he resemble a Weird Uncle?!
"Evelyn Sherman, you're speaking ill of me right in front of me, can I take it that you're deliberately trying to pique my interest?" Lucas Scott narrowed his eyes, arrogantly parting his lips.
