Waylon Lewis deeply furrowed his brows and picked up his phone, sending a question mark over.
Just a single question mark, yet Wyatt Lewis seemed to perceive through the screen his brother's icy cold face.
The next second, Wyatt: Bro, I deserve to die.
Even through the screen, Alitzel Williams could sense Wyatt's strong desire to survive.
Alitzel was enjoying chatting in the group when the fitting room door opened, and Hope Williams walked out from inside, causing Alitzel's eyes to light up.
Hope wore a khaki fitted jacket, clean and sharp, with volumetric vintage puff sleeves, elegant retro sleeve buttons, and matched with a black pleated skirt below. The black belt around her slim waist was an adornment, creating smooth and elegant vintage curves, refreshing the eyes.
Hope looked down at her clothes, "Mom, do you think it looks good?"
Alitzel couldn't take her eyes off Hope, "It's good, it's good, I told you this outfit suits you."
