"Why?" she asked, puzzled.
Ethan Laurent casually placed the flowers he received into her arms and replied lightly, "This kid is quite quirky."
As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile, and there was even a touch of tenderness in his gaze toward the little girl.
Summer Ford was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting him to buy the flowers for such a simple reason.
Indeed, it's easy to make money from rich people!
The little girl seemed unafraid of strangers, even managing to chat familiarly with Ethan Laurent, who appeared distant and cold. She even stroked his handsome face, "Uncle, you're so good-looking! And giving flowers to your girlfriend, how nice!"
"It's a wife," Ethan Laurent corrected her seriously, not stopping her actions.
Summer Ford, "..."
"Already married?" The little girl paused, then giggled at him, "Too bad. If you had come to this church earlier, maybe you would have met us first!"
