Chapter 58 She had confidence to kill this man with her eyes.

Once, my parents held a grand party in the mansion, and the house and yard were extravagantly decorated, and the study was locked so that Frost wouldn't hide in it.

My mother dressed him up carefully, even the silk handkerchief in his pocket was customized, and at one corner of the handkerchief, a delicate "F" was skillfully embroidered.

Wearing an expensive and meticulously tailored suit, little Frost felt uncomfortable, like a scarecrow nailed to a stick.

His parents sandwiched him in the middle, to appear close, both mom and dad put their hands on his small shoulders.

The three of them stood at the entrance of the mansion to greet the guests. This scene was simply Frost's childhood nightmare.

Groups of distinguished guests kept arriving, there were bearded grandfathers, grandmothers in shimmering gowns, tall and handsome uncles with blue eyes, and aunts tottering in high heels.

No matter who came to say hello, they had to pat Frost's little face and even pin