Victor Parker looked at the girl in front of him with a charming smile. He raised his hand to shield her from the sun. "I brought you these, afraid that Mrs. Parker might have forgotten what her husband looks like. But Mrs. Parker liking handsome guys is never wrong, right?"
Polly Sutton clicked her tongue, "If I ask you to carry me back now, would you lose face in front of your soldiers?"
"Want to try?" Victor Parker said, directly picking her up.
Polly Sutton let out a low scream, blushing as she looked around, and patted his chest, "Put me down."
"Is Mrs. Parker feeling shy?" Victor Parker carried her all the way to the car, teasing her to look around, but no one dared to look his way.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, President Parker, your character!" Polly Sutton was put in the car. She had noticed recently that the soldiers who came to help, when mentioning Victor Parker, spoke of him with both admiration and fear, suggesting they weren't spared from his discipline.
