Jiayi couldn't help but take a few more glances at him; she had nothing more to say, only sighing, "Mr. Tao, you are truly a good person."
Nearby, at the neighboring seat.
The conversation between a man and a woman drifted clearly into the man's ears.
Huo Zhenyang had his back to the two, with a wooden partition in between, which shielded the view quite well.
His face gradually darkened, yet an inexplicable sneer spread across his lips.
Still so naive after becoming a mommy, the moment someone says a couple of sweet words, she immediately goes soft.
The Little Meatball across was busy burying his head in a plate of chocolate cake which his godfather had ordered for him. At that moment, he raised his chocolate-smudged face and whispered, "Godfather, mommy seems to really like that uncle."
Just then, the small lady's voice came from the other side, "...Mr. Tao, excuse me, I need to go to the restroom. Please take your time."
