Erin Ginger, who was looking up at Daisy Ginger, suddenly turned her gaze towards George Stephens.
George Stephens was sitting in the stroller in front of Daisy Ginger, acting all high and mighty, looking extrely leisurely.
"..." Erin tugged on Daisy’s sleeve, not saying a word, and pulled her back from the side of the stroller.
"Little Erin," Daisy was truly surprised at this mont. She raised her hand, patted Erin’s little face, and looked at Jas Shelton, "What are you guys doing here?"
"Ahem." Jas seed oddly embarrassed for so reason. Hands in his pockets, he turned his head away and coughed lightly, stamring, "Little Erin said he had no inspiration today, so we ca back early."
"You ran into here?" Daisy was also a bit surprised, looked down at Erin who was gently pursing his little mouth, smiled, leaned down and picked him up from the ground, "Does Little Erin have any toys he likes? You guys pick so together, I’ll pay once you’re done."
Saying that, she was about to place Erin in George’s stroller.
Seeing Erin about to join him, George shouted angrily, "Daisy, don’t you dare put that ugly kid in here! Waa!"
Before he could finish, Daisy gave him a firm flick on the head.
Daisy let Erin sit next to George, then said to George, "Our Little Erin is much cuter than you. If you keep talking nonsense, you won’t be getting any toys today!"
"...You!" George looked aggrieved at Erin sitting next to him, holding the stroller, not even giving him a glance, expressionless like a wooden doll, the more he looked, the more annoyed he beca.
If not for Daisy’s toys, he would’ve run away long ago!
"Clearly, I’m cuter."
After a while, George reluctantly muttered this sentence.
Daisy glanced at him, forced a smile, this kid sure was vain.
She leaned down and asked softly in Erin’s ear, "Little Erin, is there anything you like?"
With long eyelashes lowered, Erin gently shook his head, "...But I’m out of paintbrushes."
"Then let’s go upstairs to the stationery store and buy you so new brushes."
Even though it was a sudden encounter, Daisy was quite happy to have this rare opportunity to go shopping with her son.
Pushing two exquisitely cute kids, wandering through the toy section, drew envious glances from many mothers who ca out with their babies.
Jas followed behind Daisy, his expression indescribable.
After a while, he sneakily moved forward, his voice muffled as he whispered in Daisy’s ear, "Daisy, whose kid is this one, with another man of yours?"
Daisy was looking at a toy train when she heard Jas’s words. She turned her head incredulously, almost ready to throw the little tal train in her hand at Jas’s head.
"Jas, what are you thinking?" Daisy’s eyes widened, her voice slightly sharp, "How does he even resemble ?!"
"This..."
"He’s... the son of a client of mine." Edward Stephens is a big client of the Shelton family, so, rounding up, he could count as her client, too.
"Ah... no wonder." Jas finally felt relieved, "I was wondering how you could have had another one without knowing... On closer look, these two kids don’t even look alike!"
"..." Erin, who was eavesdropping nearby, unknowingly relaxed his grip on the stroller’s handle, looked up, and said in a sweet, clear child voice to Daisy, "Mom, let’s go upstairs to buy paintbrushes now."
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