The twenty-two-year-old Mason stuffed his hand in his pockets nonchalantly and nodded.

Then, he saw the period diaper the cashier was talking about and frowned involuntarily, “Why does it look the same as a baby diaper?”

The other cashier kept promoting the stuff to him. “It’ll keep her bed clean, no matter how she rolls in her sleep. She’s gonna want to use it again in the future. Guaranteed!”

Then, he pondered for a while. Perhaps the cashier was right. It could be a good choice for the crybaby waiting for him outside. However, he kept his cool, distant demeanor and didn’t keep the conversation going.

The cashiers gathered around and started talking about him after he walked out of the store. “Wow, what a stunner! Judging from his demeanor, he has to come from a wealthy family. I think I saw his watch in one of the television advertisements. It’s worth about two million dollars.”

…

Zoe was still sitting at the back when he walked out of the store. Tossing the paper bag to her