Zayla looked at Lincoln. "Don't you think you're going too far?"
Simon's expression became even colder as if in the next second, he would vent his anger!
They are on a date!
Heh!
"Lincoln, you're a decent man, yet you're actually thinking about your nephew's wife."
"When did you get married? I haven't given you a wedding gift," Lincoln pursed his lips and said calmly.
Zayla could tell that Lincoln was implying something.
She and Simon had already divorced.
In the past, they didn't hold a wedding, not to mention a wedding ring.
Of course, Lincoln didn't give them a wedding gift.
Simon looked at Lincoln with contempt. "Don't worry about that."
The next second, he stared at Zayla, and the coldness in his eyes gradually faded.
"Zayla, I know everything."
Zayla frowned.
What do you know? How come I don't know anything?