Summer Sutton thought for a moment and drastically shortened the time, "How about we sleep at ten?"
By the time they left the restaurant, it was already past seven.
After driving for a while back, it was eight o'clock at the scene.
Only two hours until ten o'clock.
"Baby, in two hours, what do you think you can accomplish?" Adrian Walyon glanced at her lightly, slightly disdainful of her words, "Can you try on all these clothes for me in that time?"
"..." Summer Sutton was at a loss for words, unable to respond.
Adrian Walyon had her pack up clothes from an entire store.
How many clothes does one store have?
With all the bags, Summer Sutton could barely carry them.
Two hours indeed seemed insufficient...
Summer Sutton thought again, looked up at him with her small face and attempted to compromise once more, "Then let's sleep at eleven. If it goes past eleven, we really will be late for work tomorrow."
