Diego Larson stepped forward, with a wry smile on his lips.
"No, I'm not scolding you, I'm scolding..." Zoe Yale thought of Charles White, her gaze darkened, and she bit her lip, unwilling to mention his name.
"Since you're not scolding me, I'm planning to pick up your brother. Do you want to come with me?" Diego asked calmly, as if the earlier disappointment was just an illusion.
Like a big brother, he raised his hand and pinched Zoe's face.
"Go! Of course, we're going!" Before Zoe could react, Evelyn Sherman beside her had already spoken quickly, turned around, and asked the butler to get Molly's jacket and bag, pushing her towards Diego.
Before leaving, she lowered her voice to remind her.
"I think your brother's friend is quite nice, fair-skinned, tall and handsome. If you like him, you can ask your brother to help set you up. Strike while the iron is hot!"
