Rebecca Quentin looked over.
Sure enough, it was Howard Geoffrey. He had attended a business summit a couple of days ago, and it was reported in the magazine today.
"Hmm."
Andrew hugged the book and continued to flip through it.
Rebecca Quentin leaned close to Andrew, pondering for a few seconds, suddenly spoke, "Andrew, do you like mommy?"
Andrew nodded vigorously.
Rebecca Quentin casually asked, "Then between daddy and mommy, who do you like more?"
Andrew tilted his head, seeming to think very seriously, "Daddy."
Rebecca Quentin felt a bit disappointed at once.
Unexpectedly, the little guy illogically added, "Daddy likes mommy, mommy likes Andrew, so daddy and mommy both like Andrew, and Andrew also likes daddy and mommy."
The little guy spoke as if it were a tongue twister, and Rebecca Quentin couldn't make sense of it in her mind for a long time, finally ending up with a tangled mess in her head.
"Becca."
Christine Quinn had somehow arrived beside the mother and son.
