Sophia Phoenix approached, "She's the spitting image of you as a child."
"I wasn't that foolish as a child," Tilly Flower grumbled discontentedly.
Sophia Phoenix smiled, saying nothing.
Tilly Flower turned her head and glanced at the obedient Spencer Phoenix, leaning on Sophia Phoenix's shoulder—a little boy with peach blossom eyes and a pink tear mole, staring at her with wide-open eyes, as innocent as could be.
Looking at the face that was almost an exact replica of Sophia Phoenix's in her childhood, Tilly Flower slightly turned her head, entertaining the thought, Could Sophia Phoenix really be a fool?
She said no more and held Mia Phoenix, frolicking with her.
Sophia Phoenix's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, then handed Spencer Phoenix over to Tilly Flower, "Take care of the kids for a bit. I'll step out and be right back."
