"What a coincidence."
Squinting her eyes, Flossie Wright took the initiative to greet her.
Mariana Buck's brows furrowed as she looked at her, vaguely filled with suspicion.
In her view, the relationship between her and Flossie Wright should have been such that they wouldn't exchange a word even upon meeting.
"Hmm."
Mariana Buck responded coldly.
Stabbing the bamboo fork vertically into the river, Flossie Wright arched her eyebrow and asked indifferently, "Caught any fish?"
"No."
Mariana Buck answered with a stern face.
But her heart was full of doubts.
Somehow, when facing Flossie Wright, she suddenly felt a sense of being played.
"You—"
Flossie Wright hadn't finished speaking.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure and her gaze immediately swept to the riverbank.
Sandy Cruz was walking over, looking for something by the river, but as his gaze lightly swept over, it fell on them.
His gaze instantly froze.
"Hey."
