Uncle Luke smiled and said, "Looking at Mr. Jones' age, he should be around thirty, right?"
"Forty."
Uncle Luke turned his head in surprise to look at Skyler Jones, "Mr. Jones, you must be joking with me; you don't look like a forty-year-old at all."
"Uncle Luke, you don't look sixty either."
"Mr. Jones, you really know how to talk. The first time Miss Quinn saw me, she even called me grandpa..."
Skyler Jones laughed heartily. "She also thinks I'm old."
"Is that so?" Uncle Luke turned to look at Skyler Jones, "Mr. Jones, who exactly are you to Miss Quinn?"
Uncle Luke's words gradually dulled the smile on Skyler Jones' handsome face.
Right, who exactly is he to her now?
Husband?
No... she's already asked him for a divorce.
Ex-husband?
It seems they haven't divorced yet.
Seeing Skyler Jones deep in thought, not answering for a long time, Uncle Luke couldn't help but ask, "Are you also pursuing Miss Quinn?"
Skyler Jones neither admitted nor denied, keeping a faint smile.
