At 7 PM, when Bertha Haines came out of the apartment, she saw Amos Smith's car already parked by the roadside.
She hurried over and bent down to get in the car.
Amos was on a call with someone, but his eyes were already on the young girl.
From head to toe, he looked her over repeatedly.
Bertha's face turned crimson under his gaze, and her hand gripping her bag began to sweat nervously.
"Why the sudden change in your dressing style?" Amos hung up the phone, then turned to the young girl and asked.
Bertha shyly explained, "I'm an adult now."
A smile appeared in Amos's calm eyes.
Bertha became even more nervous, "Does it not look good?"
"It looks good."
Amos's gaze fell on the young girl's luscious lips; although it wasn't the first time he had seen her wearing lipstick, today was different, his mindset had already changed.
"But in the future, when you meet me, don't wear lipstick."
Just as Bertha was seriously pondering his words, she heard him continue.
