"These words are something."
"Isn't it just saying that she's not as gentle and virtuous as Georgia Thorne, only knows how to show her face, and is not at all worthy of Aiden Shaw?"
Sean Thorne coughed lightly after hearing this, giving her a glare.
Whitney Lynch felt uncomfortable inside but could only hold it in, continuing to smile gracefully, "Come, have some soup, give it a taste."
Sean Thorne picked a piece of sea cucumber for Tiana Thorne, saying in a low voice, "My daughter only needs to be herself, there's no need to cater to anyone."
It was as if he was soothing her soul, a light sentence, yet it carried deep fatherly love.
Tiana Thorne smiled and in front of everyone, she looked at the noble and handsome man sitting beside her, a sly glint flashing in her foxy eyes.
She directly showed her affection: "These hands of mine, ten fingers untouched by spring water, and I don't plan on learning to cook in the future, will you despise me?"
