Looking at the man in front of her, Rosalie's eyes were full of hesitation.

Byron frowned and stretched out his hand toward her. "I'll help you over."

Rosalie glanced at the children who were looking at them from the dining hall. She then thought of Byron's phone call just now and refused him indifferently. "Why don’t you go over and accompany the children first, President Lawrence? I can call Lisa over to help me."

She said that, only to see a trace of displeasure in the eyes of the person i