Benson took a step forward and turned to look at John, his face cold.

John still thought there was drama.

Unexpectedly, Benson snorted coldly, "Just like her dirt, who can see that her hat came out of the trash can?"

Putting everything on her head, this woman had no taste.

...

In the orchard, Lynn picked one orange and put it in the basket, picked another, humming a little tune, tired and happy.

"Why don't you rest, come pick oranges now, aren't you afraid of heat stroke?" A tall boy came over with a sunny voice.

Lynn looked over, the boy was wearing a gray T-shirt, black casual shorts, and...