Oliver Palmer's face showed surprise, "Intuition?"
"Yeah!" Reese Harris winked at him, and reached out to hold his shoulder, "Little cutie, let me remind you, if you get married and cheat in the future, be careful. A woman's intuition is terrifying."
"I wouldn't cheat. That's a crime. I'll be loyal to my partner," Oliver Palmer said with a serious face.
Reese Harris shrugged with a smile, "Let's hope so."
The elevator doors opened, and the two walked out one after the other, Oliver Palmer spoke again.
"Miss Reese, may I be so bold as to ask your age? Of course, if you'd rather not answer, you can refuse."
Reese Harris wasn't bothered by this, and directly agreed.
"Twenty-six. But why do you ask?"
"Then you shouldn't call yourself my sister. I'm twenty-eight, older than you."
Reese Harris laughed again, "Little cutie, let me tell you, you owe me two boxes of eye cream. Being with you every day makes me laugh till I get wrinkles."
