Watching Sophie Foster move with agility yet a bit clumsily, Nicholas Croft rubbed his forehead in resignation. His wife... Sigh, still couldn't shed the nature of a child.
Sophie Foster approached the little model, reaching out to touch the beautiful floral dress. Her little round face showed satisfaction, "Uncle, come quickly, should we buy this floral dress for the baby?"
Seeing Sophie's excited expression, Nicholas really didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm. Considering the style of the dress, it was meant for a five or six-year-old girl, yet their baby was only due next year.
He rubbed his temple, gave a response, and walked over in big strides, with a doting yet helpless tone, "Sure, if you like it, we'll buy it."
"Salesperson, please wrap this up for me!" Sophie shouted with raised volume, then dragged Nicholas to look at other children's clothing.
