When Rosalie and Byron brought the kids in, the concert had not officially started.

Theirs was a VIP seat. It was a delicate round table with two chairs on both sides of the table.

Rosalie called for a waiter, added three chairs for the kids, and let them sit between her and Byron so that they could take care of their needs at any time.

Based on the seating arrangement, Estie raised her eyes and glanced at her father again. With a thought, she turned around and carefully tugged on Rosalie's arm.

Rosalie looked at the little girl, puzzled.

"Auntie, I can't see clearly..." Estie, with her pitiful eyes, looked at Rosalie and said that she could not see the stage clearly.

Hearing this, Rosalie frowned and looked at their respective positions. In order to make it easier to take care of the kids, the position she arranged for them was indeed a bit biased.

When she understood what the little one said, Rosalie did not hesitate. She got up and changed positions with the girl.

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