Summer Shawcross was taken aback.
Noah Drexler glanced at her, slightly impatiently.
"Weren't we going to buy toys?"
"Oh!" Summer Shawcross smiled and hurriedly followed him forward.
...
On the bustling bridge.
Most people here were parents with children or grandparents, all dressed casually and comfortably.
When Noah Drexler, in a suit and exuding a cold aura, arrived here with Summer Shawcross, wearing a gentle-style dress, they stood out particularly.
As soon as they approached a small stall, the vendor smiled at them and asked.
"Are you two here to pick a gift for a child?"
The moment the vendor spoke, Summer, who had been smiling at the sight of a heap of cute toys, suddenly froze, feeling a bit embarrassed.
After hearing the vendor, Noah Drexler deliberately turned his head to look at her.
In those black eyes of his, there was clearly a hint of mockery aimed at her…
Summer bit her lip, instinctively wanting to pull him away.
