Because it was lunch break and they still had to work in the afternoon, the two only ordered rice. At the booth next door, as soon as Vanessa Armstrong put down her phone, Seraphina Shaw eagerly asked, "Is Daddy coming to eat?"
"Yeah, Daddy promised to come and have lunch with Seraphina."
"I knew Daddy couldn't bear to refuse Seraphina." Seraphina Shaw lifted her little face in pride while eating, her sweet voice not exactly quiet. Mia Foster, who was idly resting her chin in her hand waiting for her food, felt the girl's voice was familiar. Instinctively, she furrowed her brow and turned around. When she saw Seraphina Shaw and her mother, Mia Foster's eyes widened in shock.
It wasn't that she had a particularly good memory; it was just that Vanessa Armstrong's appearance was too distinctive, with long hair draped over her shoulders, slightly upturned eyebrows and eyes, giving off an unapproachable vibe, not the kind-hearted sort.
