Nathalie Quinlan hadn't seen the girl selling drinks and mistook her for an auntie, pursing her lips and patting his head, "Good boy."
Edric Yancey's ears instantly turned red, and he buried his head, not daring to look into her eyes, his little hand still clutching his clothes, that pure and innocent little look made Audrick Zachmann unable to resist saying, "Nathalie, why do I feel like Edric has a crush on you."
This flustered and heart-fluttering appearance didn't seem like he was talking to a sister, it looked more like he was with his beloved.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Glancing at Nathalie Quinlan's calamitous face, then at Edric Yancey's shy demeanor, he felt a bit unwell, grabbing the seat in front of him, seeking affirmation, "Amadeus, look at Edric's behavior, he couldn't possibly have a crush on Nathalie, could he?"