Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“Are all the clothes that the child wears specially tailored?”

“Huh?” Blanca Roach was stunned by her question, the tone really sounded like a market researcher.

“No offense, I’m a children’s clothing designer who specializes in custom-made clothing for children, so if you need time to bring your child in for a measurement, here’s my card.”

The mother handed over her business card, which had the hot gold letters of Junk Kids Clothing written on it, with various contact details below.

“Haha.” Blanca Roach smiled awkwardly and took the card, “Okay, I’ll contact you if you need me.”

Alice’s clothes were all custom-made, because Alice had been tested for allergens shortly after birth, and in addition to being allergic to mangoes, Alice was also allergic to some inferior materials.

Most of the clothes on the market, Blanca Roach could not trust, so she always custom-made clothes for Alice.

After receiving this card, other people seemed to take action, and from time to time, people came over to talk to Blanca Roach and hand her business card.

Matthew Grant accompanied Alice to do the game at the same time, watching Blanca Roach busy.

The man’s eyes darkened, and the iceberg face that had been loosened by his daughter gradually froze again, the temperature around him dropping several degrees.

“Please keep quiet, parents who have not done the game on the stage can come up and replace them.”

The main class teacher tried to maintain order, but there was only a moment of silence.

It didn’t take Blanca Roach long to receive nearly a centimeter thick of business cards, all of which she cupped in her hand.

Among them were those who were in the hotel business, those who were in the real estate industry, those who were selling brand-name bags, and those who were selling parent-child swimming experience cards.

Although they were all handing Blanca Roach cards, Blanca Roach knew that the person they were really trying to reach was Matthew Grant.

At this time, Blanca Roach was so tired that she couldn’t even come out to play properly and had to deal with a lot of people who wanted to get close to her.

The parent-child event was until eleven o’clock and Blanca Roach was sitting on the stage watching, not being able to replace Matthew Grant, so she was bored.

Especially when she had to deal with all these parents who were leering at her, wanting to specify what they were selling, and were treating her like a raider.

“Honey, help me.”

Blanca Roach moved her mouth dry without making a sound and lip-synced to Matthew Grant for help.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Matthew Grant licks his lips and smiles.

Matthew Grant, who had not shown any expression since he stepped through the kindergarten door, smiled.

A lot of married women are handsome by Matthew Grant’s smile, and they are smitten to admire Matthew Grant’s beautiful face regardless of their husbands on and off the stage.

Perhaps she is used to Matthew Grant’s handsome face, Blanca Roach did not react much, she just wanted the event to be over.

After counting the time, it was almost 10:30 when the game part ended and the atmosphere dropped down.

Alice, Terrence and the children sat in the little chairs and listened to the main teacher tell the final story.

The parents also returned to the stage. Since the kindergarten chairs were short and Blanca Roach was uncomfortable sitting there for a long time, Matthew Grant stood beside her and let Blanca Roach lean against it.

Matthew Grant wasn’t the only one standing in the back either. He was in the crowd, and Blanca Roach especially understood the meaning of one word.

Crested.

Blanca Roach held the stack of business cards in her hand and showed them to Matthew Grant.

“President Grant, do I look good to talk to?”

“You need to learn to say no, I’ll teach you.” Matthew Grant deliberately looked at the business cards twice and put them away, giving the illusion that he would look at all the business cards he received and that more people would come over to hand them out later.