At the same time, Kendrick leaned closer to Otto. "What are you looking at? You're so engrossed in it."

When Kendrick saw photos of the gown on Otto's phone, he immediately furrowed his brows. "I never knew you had this kink! Who knew you liked women's clothes?"

Otto was speechless. He looked at Kendrick. "Can you have an ordinary person's line of thought?"

"You were the one engrossed in a gown, yet you're talking about me—"

"My mother made this gown for Yvonne," Otto interrupted. Then, he put his phone away.

"Yvonne didn't have my mother's number, so she asked me to thank her on her behalf."

Kendrick was confused. "Since when does your mother know Yvonne?"

"It's a long story." Otto couldn't be bothered to explain.

"It's just a misunderstanding."

Seeing that Otto was about to leave, Kendrick followed him. "What misunderstanding? What else do I not know about?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? It has nothing to do with you."

"What? So, are you and Yvonne having secret