Looking at her like this, Maxwell Peary helplessly furrowed his brows.
"Will you still go out with him?"
"I won't!"
"If you like parties, tell me, and I'll take you to attend them in the future."
"I don't like them."
"Have you eaten yet?"
Nia Mitchell was stunned when she heard this question, clearly not expecting him to ask it.
"No."
Nia Mitchell spoke truthfully, like a little wife, exceptionally well-behaved.
So this is what Nia Mitchell looks like when she's done something wrong.
"Would you like some Tomato and Egg Noodles?"
"Can I have some?"
Nia Mitchell blinked her eyes, a bit incredulous at what she heard.
Despite being so angry, Uncle is still willing to make her Tomato and Egg Noodles?
"Let's go."
Reaching out to hold Rabina Mitchell's paw, he realized that he could never win against her.
He couldn't bear to be harsh with her, couldn't bear to see her wronged.
