章 162: How Is Your Ideal Type?

She then thought of her sister. Howland didn't look ahead, but looked around him while folding his arms on his chest. Obviously, he couldn't focus.

"Howland! Look up on the stage!" Rosie said while pointing to the front.

"Hm?" Howland couldn't hear Rosie's words because of the crowd in the square. Aslan felt that Rosie no longer wanted to look at the stage, so he let his wife down.

"What did you say? I can't hear it," Howland asked, bringing himself closer to his sister so he could hear it more clearly.

"Look at the stage! You will love it!" Rosie said, making Howland turn his head.

The man frowned to find a fat woman clearing her throat while fixing her dress. In an instant, everyone fell silent, and Rosie's mouth opened wide in surprise.

"Who is that?" she asked in confusion.