,"Carry, are you listening to me? Tell me your location, I'll come and join you." Over the phone, Jon persistently cajoled. At that moment, Nathan Moore's tall, elegant figure appeared on the stairs, holding Olivia Zane.
Her arms, as delicate as lotus roots, tightly clung to his neck with a playful yet coy expression, which made her joy unmistakable.
"Am I not here to pick you up?" Nathan's helpless voice rang out as he carefully descended the stairs while holding Olivia, his concentrated expressions deepening Titus Zane's disdain.
"And you still say, if I hadn't proactively called you, you probably would've forgotten about me!"
"How could that..." The two chatted as they descended the stairs. Though they were bickering, there was an undeniable sweetness in their words.
"Carry, who's speaking?"
