Kiki couldn't bring herself to meet Quentin Rowe's eyes; at this moment, she felt just like a ridiculous clown. The joy from being praised was completely washed away by an unspeakable shame.
She originally wanted to win the old lady's favor, but who would have thought it would turn into such a farce.
Later, Yolanda Sawyer joined the younger ones for a chat, holding four-year-old Woody Moss in her arms.
Woody held a Rubik's cube in his hands, his chubby little fingers fiddling with the toy, his eyes big like black grapes unblinkingly watching Maya Monroe.
Yolanda Sawyer patted his soft hair, "Woody, why are you staring at your sister-in-law?"
"Pretty… Sister-in-law is pretty!"
This remark made everyone laugh.
Jessica Young, sitting next to Yolanda, said, "Woody is quite precocious; so young and already knows what's pretty."
"This child is clever…" Yolanda sighed, "My body is getting weaker, I just wonder when I can hold a great-grandchild…"
