Chapter 60 The black-stockinged butler is going to kill me.

Once, Mom and Dad hosted a grand party in the mansion, the house and the yard were decorated extremely extravagantly, and to prevent Frost from hiding in the study, they specially locked the study. 

Mom dressed him up carefully, even the silk handkerchief in his pocket was customized, with the letter "F" embroidered delicately at one corner. 

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

The parents sandwiched him in the middle, to appear closer, both mom and dad put their hands on his tiny shoulders. 

The family of three stood at the entrance of the mansion, welcoming guests. This scene was simply Frost's childhood nightmare. 

Groups of distinguished guests arrived one after another, there were bearded grandpas, grandmas in glittering gowns, tall and handsome uncles with blue eyes, and aunties in precarious high heels. 

No matter who came to sa