Timothy Knight blinked his eyes and tugged on Miles Morgan's coat, "Uncle, look at that lady, I like her."
Hearing this, Miles Morgan followed his gaze.
The woman was wearing a trench coat, tall and slender, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing exquisite makeup. She was pulling a suitcase with her left hand and holding a phone to her ear with her right hand, talking as she walked forward.
Miles Morgan couldn't help but laugh, "Timothy, such a young master already likes looking at beauties?"
That's not really the eldest's style, more like the fourth master's style.
Timothy kept staring over there, "She looks so much like my mom."
Last time Marcus Knight showed Timothy a photo, but it was from seven or eight years ago, and a lot can change for a woman in that time.
Timothy wasn't too sure.
Miles Morgan was taken aback, and quickly looked over at Joy Shaw, examining her closely up and down.
Miles Morgan had met Joy Shaw five years ago.
