What a little brat, only thinking about toys.
Daisy Ginger pouted, leaned back on the pillow, and lazily said, "I'm just stuck in the hospital because of my injury... why don't you think of a way to get me out, and I'll take you to the toy store?"
—"Don't even think about it."
The voice that coldly said this wasn't George Stephens, but rather the man entering the room with a food package at the door.
Daisy Ginger and George Stephens both looked up at the door, and annoyance crossed their faces.
Leaving a bad impression on Dad again! It's all this bad woman's fault! — This is George Stephens.
Oh no, he heard it and I'll get lectured again! — This is Daisy Ginger.
Edward Stephens walked in, saw George, and frowned unconsciously.
And George, upon seeing him, couldn't help but straighten his little chest, trying to behave in front of Edward Stephens.
Edward Stephens placed the food box on the small table and looked at Daisy Ginger, "What were you just saying?"
