Nia Mitchell is dining at a high-end Chinese restaurant with the CEO.
The two are extremely affectionate.
Earlier, you personally took action, taking care of her in an orderly manner.
Luckily, the two are inside a private booth, so such displays of affection won't ignite envy.
Nia Mitchell slowly opened up, moving from initial shyness to comfort.
"I want to eat that little rib."
She pointed with her left hand; the next second, the CEO had already picked up the little rib and held it in front of her mouth.
"Om-nom."
Taking a bite, Nia Mitchell's eyes narrowed into a line with joy.
"This is delicious, Uncle, you should try one too."
Under Rabina Mitchell's expectant gaze, Maxwell Peary had no choice but to pick up a piece for himself.
"How is it, how is it?"
Nia Mitchell's watery eyes watched the CEO's every move, afraid she might say it was not tasty.
Maxwell Peary shook his head at her expression.
"It's very tasty."
Looking at her, it's as if she made the dish herself.
