She thought his words were reasonable, but she wasn't pleased about getting tanned.
"Oh, you…" Tara Summer held back her laughter and walked up to poke her forehead, "Worried about being fair, don't want to get dark, once Little Stone grows up, you'll be busy worrying yourself to pieces…"
She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the baby in her arms, and asked, "Emma, your son is so handsome; he must be a real heartthrob when he grows up. Aren't you worried about what kind of girlfriend he'll have?"
"You're definitely overthinking it," Emma Benson smiled and said, "My baby is still so young, thinking about girlfriends now? He's mine for now!"
Seeing her possessive attitude, Tara couldn't help but tease her: "You're such a baby fanatic."
She then turned to Walter Schmidt and said, "You're doomed; from now on, you'll have no status. Better watch out for losing favor!"
"I've been mentally prepared for that." The man was in high spirits and joined in on the joke.
