At this moment, Nathan Foster, whom Fly refers to as the elderly, is sitting in the car, occasionally glancing at South Grant.
Nathan Foster's gaze makes South Grant feel a bit uneasy.
"Uncle, did I say something wrong just now?" South Grant asks, looking at Nathan Foster with uncertainty.
"No, you didn't." Nathan Foster says, cupping her face and examining it thoroughly. "I didn't realize that even in men's clothing, you could attract a group of men circling around you."
South Grant's eyes flash arrogantly, "It's just strong personal charisma."
Nathan Foster raises an eyebrow, "Indeed, so strong it even attracts flies."
"..." You're itching to retort if you don't say something snarky for a day! South Grant knows he's jealous again, and quickly compliments him: "My charisma might be strong, but I'm still smitten by you. No matter how charming I am, I can't surpass you. You're handsome and stylish, a real looker, making beauties swoon."
