"Mother, move a bit, look at Molly... Mother..." Little Molly gently shook Skye Brown a few times.
The anxious voice of her daughter was ringing in her ears, and it was only then that Skye Brown suddenly awoke.
"Ah... Molly, I..."
"Mother, Daddy said we should go home together. Mother, let's go quickly!" Little Molly looked up, offering Skye Brown a big smile.
The crystal-clear, bright almond-shaped eyes, which were strikingly similar to Skye Brown's, sparkled with little stars.
Skye Brown was slightly surprised, "I... wait Molly, I still haven't figured this out..."
What does Dylan Wellington mean exactly?
Skye Brown's mind was utterly confused.
They clearly had a fight — that arrogant man, actually called her goods and merchandise, and insisted she abide by the deal.
She couldn't bear it and hung up his call, even blocked him in a fit of pique.
