Nia Mitchell instantly went stiff all over, her face full of smiles as she looked at the CEO.
"Uncle..."
She called softly, hoping he wouldn't get angry.
But every time little Rabina used this trick, the CEO would...
...give in.
"Hm."
Maxwell Peary walked over, took the potato chips from her hand, and placed them on the side table.
"Look at you, your hands are covered in oil."
Nia looked at her fingers after hearing this.
Uh...
It did seem that way.
"I'll wash them; it'll be fine."
Why is he making such a fuss over her dirty hands?
After saying that, little Rabina immediately swung her legs off the sofa and scurried to the restroom.
Watching her retreating figure, Maxwell shook his head.
This was clearly just a big kid.
Sure enough, as he finished thinking this, he saw Nia bouncing back from the restroom.
"Uncle, look, my hands are clean."
She waved her hands in the air, looking quite pleased with herself.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell helplessly walked over.
