"My mommy and daddy are the ones living together; could anyone possibly know my daddy better than my mommy?"
Vivia Fuller clenched the black suit in her hands tighter.
"That's right, Vivia, I have to say, you can't compare to Hope Williams, who lives with Waylon; what kind of clothes she buys for her husband is her own business."
Vivia's face changed color, "I'm just afraid that Miss Williams might buy something Brother Waylon doesn't like."
"That's between Hope and Waylon; it's none of your business either way."
Vivia's face turned even paler, holding the black suit in her hand, she was at a loss whether to keep it or put it down, and forced a smile on her stiff face, "I've overstepped."
The sales clerk nearby couldn't help but mutter to herself upon seeing this scene.
This woman was really too much, trying to question Hope buying clothes for her own husband.
It was too much.