"I know." Charles Seymour interjected, "I've been watching the press conference."
"You watch press conferences?" Sophie Wilson got up from Charles Seymour's arms and looked him up and down as if she didn't know him, "Aren't you the type who usually doesn't like this kind of entertainment stuff?"
Charles Seymour tilted his head slightly, quite puzzled, and asked, "Aren't you in it?"
This unintentional tease made Sophie's heart itch, a tingling sensation shot from her tailbone to the top of her head, even her hair seemed to want to explode.
Wasn't that too sweet?
"Oh my, don't tease me like that, I can't handle it." Sophie clutched her chest, her eyes brimming with hearts.
Charles gave Sophie a confused look, pondering what he had just said.
However, seeing Sophie with such bright eyes and full of energy warmed his heart. He loved seeing Sophie so lively, proving his research direction was correct.
