She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and looked at Joel Russo, a sly light suddenly flashing in her starry eyes.
"I'd like a gift, sure, I like alpacas."
Joel's smooth forehead suddenly wrinkled, a thick layer of disgust surfacing on his handsome, peerless face.
"Alpacas?"
Arabella Vanderbilt smiled, "Yes, alpacas, I really like them."
After saying this, she opened the car door and got out.
Joel followed.
Coincidentally, they ran into the mother and daughter they had met yesterday in the apartment lobby.
The lobby lights were bright, shining on the waxed floor, making it even brighter.
Chloe was playing on the floor, stepping on the patches of light reflected on the floor, playing all the way to the door.
Her mother seemed to be on the phone, her voice crisp, concise, and orderly.
As Arabella and Joel entered, Chloe looked up with her little head, then hugged Arabella's knee who was walking in front.
"Pretty Auntie..."
