After walking around, Stanley Batton soon bought all the ingredients that Xyla Quest liked.

Finally, he walked over to the section that sold fruits. When he was selecting fruits, he gave Xyla a call. “Honey, what fruits would you like?”

When he made the call, his expression was incomparably gentle. The coldness on his face melted away.

His long, slender hand with distinct bones naturally moved past the exquisitely packaged oranges. Every move looked as enticing as a scene in a film.

When the women around him heard the tone of his voice, they all instantly became jealous.

“I want to eat oranges…” Xyla said.

Hearing this, Stanley picked up a large box of oranges and put it in the shopping cart.

“What else?” Stanley asked.

“Nothing…” Xyla said.

“Would you like to drink milk tea? Should I buy two cups of milk tea for you from that store you regularly visit?” Stanley asked.

“No, it’s okay,” Xyla said.

“Alright…” After that, Stanley hung up.

After hanging up, one of the bodyguard