When Nia Mitchell was eating her third piece of dimsum, Maxwell Peary appeared in front of her.
Uh...
"Uncle, weren't you with Mom?"
Nia Mitchell's actions froze for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds and still stuffed the unfinished dimsum into her mouth.
"Is this what you call helping?"
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, standing in front of Nia Mitchell.
Nia Mitchell: ......
"I was just a bit hungry."
Saying so, she immediately clapped her little hands.
"Go wash."
Is that how she washes her hands?
Nia Mitchell stuck out her small tongue, awkwardly walked to the side to wash her hands.
After washing her hands, she turned around wanting to show someone the results, her little paws ready to stretch out, only to be grabbed by someone.
"What are you doing?"
Nia Mitchell was puzzled, only able to follow the CEO's steps forward.
"Go eat, are you planning to have dinner in the kitchen?"
