The pressure came to Charlotte.
She lifted her head, giving an embarrassed smile, "Dad, we have plans with friends later, we'll come back to have dinner with you next time!"
Joking aside, if they continued to chat, she wouldn't be able to hide the fact that she wet the bed when she was three!
Greyson didn't mind at all, "It's okay, you young people, it's good to go out more on weekends."
"You were still young too, Dad! Look, your daughter was only eighteen!"
Charlotte lifted her hand and held it under her chin, acting coy.
She had known how to sweet-talk Greyson since she was a child, and their father-daughter relationship had always been like this.
When Charlotte was praising Greyson, she didn't forget to show off herself. It was only when she put down her hand that she remembered
