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Even if Yves King was just sucking up, his words making the middle-aged beauty, who he claimed was in her late 20s, blushed in delight. She whispered to King: "The old man's in a bad mood, make sure when you talk to him, you meet halfway."
"Yes, yes, thank you for the advice, sister." Yves looked sincere and honest, as if he genuinely thought she was Faye Owen's sister, not her mother.
His shameless demeanor made Faye roll her eyes. King had taken sucking up to a whole new level. This was truly embarrassing. But whatever, seeing the circumstances, Faye tried to laugh it off: "Mom, don't mind him. Yves just loves to joke."
"Ahem Ahem!" Yves suddenly coughed heavily, looking extremely shocked as if he had seen a ghost: "How is that possible? Faye, are you still joking around? You can't do this to me. You must be wanting me to call her 'aunt' and then laugh at me."
