Aurelia Shaw yawned, her peach blossom eyes filled with a misty haze, biting the spoon scooping egg custard, resting her head with one hand, her beautiful eyes drooping. Hearing Junia Simpson ask her, she gave Junia a casual smile, "I haven't had a meal with your brother Mason Nightshade for several days, your brother's been busy leaving early and coming back late, and only in the morning I can catch him for a while."
Junia Simpson said nothing.
What else could she say? The sister-in-law was evidently annoyed, and if the person sitting here today was the President, she would have directly lashed out at him.
Junia Simpson could only close her mouth in frustration.
