Everyone was curious, what kind of woman could win over Captain Sullivan.
The petite woman who came out of Captain Sullivan's room really surprised everyone.
She was very beautiful, her big eyes seemed to speak, her skin was snow-white, like a porcelain doll.
She was slim and slender, her fashion sense was impeccable, very stylish.
She was probably only about five feet three, standing next to the tall and robust captain, she must look like a child.
Seeing the glances from everyone, she raised her hand and waved at them.
At that moment, a low shout came from not far away: "What are you doing?"
Ivy Miller turned her head when she heard Henry Sullivan's voice and saw him carrying two iron mugs, apparently having gone to get food.
She smiled and walked up: "Oh, uncle, you're so diligent, you even know how to feed your wife."
Henry Sullivan turned and scolded the warriors practicing not far away: "Go to the front field and give me a good run, no one less than ten laps."
