Samara threw the photos in front of Gloria and Eric, and the photos directly fell out of the envelope.
Eric had presbyopia and he could not see clearly for a while, but the sarcasm in Samara's words was obvious. His face sank. "Ms. Novak, what do you mean? I came here to have this meal with you tonight. Don't push your luck!"
Samara met Eric's angry gaze, and the smile on her face did not change at all. "What do I mean? I think you should take a look at the photos first and then ask your good granddaughter what she has done recently."
Eric's face turned pale. He reached out to take the photos. Gloria wanted to snatch them away, but she was scared by a look from Eric and did not dare to move.
Eric picked up one of the photos and looked at it. In the photo, he could only see Gloria talking to a man in the coffee shop, and he could not tell what was going on.