"Is there a problem?" Sophie Sullivan asked irritably.
Yes, there is a problem!
And a big one!
Thomas Shannon, with an indifferent expression, folded his arms and strode over. "Where's mine?"
"What do you mean by yours?"
"The parent-child outfits." Thomas Shannon's eyes were firm, and a hint of displeasure had already appeared on his face.
Sophie Sullivan snorted coldly and walked out, holding the hands of two exquisitely carved little fellows.
Snowball turned her head to glance at her pitiful dad. She couldn't do anything to help.
William Westlake whispered, "Fennie, Daddy looks pitiful…"
Sophie Sullivan pretended she didn't hear a thing.
Thomas Shannon was furious. A family of four, and he's the only one without a parent-child outfit!
This blatant targeting, it's too deliberate!
He turned and quickly walked to Sophie Sullivan's cloakroom, rummaging through it haphazardly, yet couldn't find a matching parent-child outfit.
