Chapter 50 Controlling Little Girl
- Alice nearly spat out the mouthful of oatmeal porridge she had just swallowed. That wasn't what I meant! I was hinting that she should leave if she is busy. I can't believe the young lady misinterpret my words. She seems to possess a low EQ.
- Felicia glanced at her watch. “Old Mrs. Lowen, should we go shopping later?”
- She assumed that all women adored shopping, including elderly women like Alice.