"Mr. Sheldon, didn't you see the photo of your daughter's dress on her social media? It's not like it wasn't there," Lawrence Winters didn't intend to be so cutting, but thinking of the previous dress worn by the little dog, he finally asked.
Aiden Sheldon: "..."
"I don't look at social media." He said indifferently, "But seeing you in this dress feels very familiar to me."
As he spoke, he held the phone like giving an order, "Turn thirty degrees to the side, don't turn back, look ahead."
Lawrence Winters: "..."
She blinked, not quite understanding Aiden Sheldon's way of thinking.
But publicly, she couldn't really argue with the host.
She could only turn her body thirty degrees and look ahead.
Aiden Sheldon quickly pressed the phone, taking several profile photos of her.
After taking them, Lawrence Winters turned back, her smile without warmth, "Mr. Sheldon, what's this about? Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
