Nia Mitchell stood awkwardly over there, her smile faltering on her face.
What can she do? It seems a bit off with uncle.
Nia Mitchell extended her hands, covering her chest, realizing it was a bit revealing, then quickly spoke up.
"I'll go change this outfit."
Saying that, she immediately turned around.
Whoa!
Maxwell Peary felt all his blood concentrating on a certain part of his lower body, and he instantly stood up, abruptly grasping the fleeing Nia Mitchell.
"Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell, like a startled little rabbit, stood there with her big, watery black eyes wide open.
She still couldn't understand why Maxwell Peary appeared here suddenly.
Well, she could only assume Evelyn Peary called him over.
If Evelyn Peary knew she had been wrongly accused by Nia Mitchell, she'd definitely shout out her innocence; she hadn't done anything.
Uh...
Okay, she just sent a few photos.
Who knew he would come rushing over directly?
"Are you happy?"
