"That's already very precious, thank you, Mom." Suzanne immediately changed her words, and then looked at Henry King, "Thank you, Dad."
Lady King and Henry King both looked at her deeply, reluctantly nodding in public, acknowledging her.
All present were smart, whether they were onlookers or main characters, regardless of their original intentions, but at least everyone chose the most appropriate manner under such circumstances.
Only Emma King's fingers became whiter as they squeezed her purse.
She couldn't say a word here; at the moment when her parents had no choice but to make a choice, she looked at Mason King bewilderedly.
Mason King's gaze should have been cold, but his eyes were filled with Suzanne at this moment, where there was a warmth she had never seen before.
It turned out that Mason King wasn't made of ice, he wasn't an unreachable god.
He could also be warm.