"Oh, really?" Kyle Kinston smiled indifferently, "But she won't always be a five-year-old child. She'll grow up, and when she becomes an adult, are you sure you won't like her?"
Jeremiah May was taken aback and looked at Kyle Kinston, "Mr. Kinston, I don't know what you mean by saying this suddenly. Who I like is my personal business, isn't it?"
"Indeed, but what if I say, you are destined to be with Ivy in this life, would you believe it?" Kyle Kinston said.
A hint of confusion flashed in Jeremiah May's eyes, finding the other person's words even more puzzling and unclear as to what they meant.
However, Kyle Kinston didn't explain further, simply smiled gently and said, "In the future, I think we will often meet."
"..." He didn't want to meet frequently at all. Strangely, in front of this person, he always felt a sense of oppression.
