"You didn't say anything about bringing Young Master Snow, so how would I know? I've never seen him before." Harley whispered, "Besides, he’s really handsome. He's like a hunk. I remember you said that Young Master Snow was an old man in his thirties..." 1
"Uh... Isn’t someone in their thirties old? I’m only in m y twenties." Freya said brazenly. "He only looks younger than his age."
"Forget it. My husband is the same age as me, but he looks like he's in his thirties and forties. He has also gained some weight in recent years." Harley sighed. "If I had known, I wouldn’t have gotten married right after graduating from college. Your husband is much more handsome."
"Forget it. Will being handsome feed me?" Freya retorted.
Harley blinked. "Of course it can. Otherwise, how would you have taken a fancy to Patrick? But Patrick i s not as good-looking as Young Master Snow."
Freya was speechless.
Fine, she does judge people by their faces, but even she has her standards.
"I'm envious of you," Harley said.
Well, Freya had to admit that Rodney made her look good in front of her old classmate.
After all, everyone had vanity, and an outstanding person like her was no different.
"Let's go and visit that store."
Freya pulled Harley in.
In the store, Rodney witnessed women's ability to shop. They tried almost half of the clothes available at the store.
Sammy was also very wild, jumping and crawling here and there.
Rodney suddenly missed his crying little girl very much.
It was better to have a daughter. Sons were too annoying.
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