Gale Wiles painfully rubbed his forehead, feeling utterly distraught:
Oh my God, if these two end up in the same house, will I ever have a peaceful day again?
Ivy River nodded approvingly, "Very nice, not bad. If you marry Gale Wiles, you'd be the apple of the family's eye. I'm the eldest, and you'd be second."
"Why can't we be equals? If I'm second, I won't chat with your brother anymore."
Charlotte Yeaton now understood that Ivy River had no ill intentions.
She decided to join in the joking.
Ivy River pouted, "Oh please, I only go home a few times a year, just occasionally, and you still want to compete with me for attention?"
"Yeah, but shouldn't we be treated equally regardless of the duration?"
Charlotte Yeaton said deliberately.
"But by that time, I wouldn't be the popular one anymore. It's always the third generation that's trendy. No matter how long it is, Gale Wiles will definitely be at the bottom, that's for sure."
