Michael Gordon?
That man just liked them big, and he didn't care if they were natural or not.
Recalling how Michael had once mocked her for having a small chest and butt, and curves that were hardly distinguishable, Ivy's gaze naturally fell upon Sophia's proudly protruding chest.
"He knows nothing. As long as it looks big, he doesn't care how it got that way!" Ivy despised Michael for his lack of discernment.
"Ivy, you're right about that. No matter if they're real or fake, as long as they look big, all men are the same. Why do you think that is?"
Sophia cried out while looking down at her own chest, which was naturally smaller, and constantly criticized by men. There was no love in this world.
Ivy knew what Sophia was thinking by the look on her face and patted her on the shoulder in consolation. "What else could it be? Men are creatures who grew up on their mother's milk, and when they grow up, they just stare at women's chests!"
Sophia: "..."
