Shirley Grant was left speechless, leaning directly against the sofa, and deeply sighed.
Life, oh, it's so tough.
After a long while, she finally snapped out of her thoughts and looked down at Andrew Davidson.
That's right, looked down.
How could a man standing at one meter ninety make Shirley Grant, who is one meter sixty-five and sitting on the sofa, look down?
There's only one reason.
Andrew took a few steps, then without a word, laid down on the ground and shut his eyes.
Is he planning to just lie on the floor?
"Andrew!"
Shirley Grant yelled angrily!
Andrew: ...…
Not a single reaction.
This time, Andrew was completely dead asleep.
...
That day, bright and early, Nia Mitchell energetically went downstairs to eat.
Maxwell Peary followed Nia Mitchell, frowning at her spirited demeanor.
"Do you have to be so happy?"
The CEO was quite resentful.
Nia Mitchell paused, a smile tugging at her lips.
"You're not happy?"
Maxwell: …
