Time has been particularly kind to her, leaving no traces on her face.
With an exceptionally well-maintained appearance, not a single wrinkle can be seen, comparable to a woman in her early thirties.
"Lincoln, let Mum take a good look at you." Mrs. Shannon laughed, the tenderness and affection in her eyes almost drowning Thomas Shannon.
He directed the camera lens towards himself, from top to bottom, left to right, letting Mrs. Shannon see him thoroughly, "Is this okay, Mrs. Shannon?"
Mrs. Shannon nodded in satisfaction, "My Lincoln is fine, Mum can be at ease now."
After chatting with Mrs. Shannon for a while, James Shannon forcibly appeared on screen, snatching the mobile phone from Mrs. Shannon's hand, his gaze sharp and oppressive, "Thomas Shannon, what on earth is going on with this affair?"
"Mr. Shannon, mind your titles, Mrs. Shannon is right beside you, you dare bully me?" Thomas Shannon hummed smugly.
