"I think the one with the blue gingham pattern looks nice, what do you think?"
"Hmm, it does look good."
"This one with the light-colored cotton flower pattern isn't bad either..."
"Hmm, indeed it's not bad."
Although, throughout the entire shopping process, Carson Flores's actual opinions were nearly nonexistent, and more often than not he was just echoing, Shirley Miller still looked delighted and thrilled.
At this moment, Shirley Miller wasn't the decisive CEO in charge of her company but rather a happy little wife shopping with her husband, joyfully preparing their new home.
Lydia Howell wasn't accompanying them; with Carson Flores, a Great Grandmaster, present, what danger could there be?
Even if there really was danger, if even Carson Flores couldn't handle it, then Lydia Howell being there would be useless.
After they finished shopping, laden with big and small packages stashed in the car, they cheerfully drove off toward the Miller Family Old Residence.
