Spending time with Sophie Foster makes Nicholas Croft feel comfortable. At least she doesn't stick to him like glue like some women do.
Moreover, he can see that this seemingly wild and bold little kitten always keeps her distance from him.
After chatting for a while, Sophie Foster glanced at her sports watch on her wrist, toasted Nicholas Croft, put down her glass, and apologetically said, "Handsome uncle, it's getting late, I have to get going."
With a casual glance, Nicholas Croft reached into the pocket of his coat, pulled out his wallet, and threw it on the low table, "Help yourself!"
Usually a credit card spender, today he intentionally brought a lot of cash.
Looking at the bulging wallet, Sophie Foster hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pick it up. She opened the wallet, pulled out five bills from a thick wad of cash, closed the wallet, and put it back. She grabbed her wig, waved the bills in her hand, and cheerfully said, "Thanks, handsome uncle!"
