Jane Sampson turned her head to look at James Black, pouted her lips, and uttered an "oh" before changing from denim shorts to same-colored denim long pants.
"Even in the afternoon, King Town's weather isn't hot enough for you to wear such a tiny piece of crap."
"A tiny piece of crap?" Jane Sampson rolled her eyes at James Black, "You need to respect each one of my clothes."
"That's difficult." James Black sneered.
Two words, and Jane Sampson felt a pain in her heart.
Humph!
Forget it, she wouldn't stoop to daddy Black's level!
After changing into a sweatshirt and jeans, Jane Sampson picked out a khaki solid colored trench coat, switched to white flat shoes, and put on a white baseball cap, transforming into a little model straight out of a magazine.
When Jane Sampson was in front of the mirror applying skincare products, James Black couldn't help but take a few extra glances.
Leaving the hotel, James Black took Jane Sampson in a taxi, expertly directing the taxi driver.
