"You don't have to look at me like that, I'm fine. It's been so long already, besides, I'm pretty lucky." Jane Sampson reached out and tapped Coco Edwards' forehead, then started laughing herself, "I'm living life as joyously as can be, feels like every woman in the world is jealous of how carefree my life is."
Speaking of this, Jane Sampson clicked her tongue regretfully, "If only I could have a few more bites of hotpot, a few more sips of iced milk tea, a few more plates of spicy crawfish, I'd probably die of happiness."
Coco Edwards was directly amused by Jane Sampson, "Life can't be perfect, so the missing pieces in your happy life are destined to be those few bites you're unable to have."
"True enough." Jane Sampson raised her eyebrows, "Later when we go out, let Harry Little Money stay here with the two kids. We don't know when the Public Security personnel will arrive at the hotel to pick them up."
"Alright, I'll talk to Little Money later." Coco Edwards responded.
