A loud roar, not just the entire hillside villa, Nia Mitchell felt that his voice could be heard throughout the whole mountain.
Nia Mitchell immediately stood up awkwardly, swallowing a gulp of saliva.
"Yes!"
"What are you doing?"
Maxwell Peary's face was full of black lines, trying hard to suppress his anger.
The master bedroom, which was originally quite stylish, now had stuffed toys everywhere.
There were some on the sofa, on the coffee table, on the nightstand, on the bed, in the corners of the room, on various tables.
In all sorts of colors, shapes, and poses.
Maxwell Peary began to doubt, is this even his home?
"Uncle, I..."
She could explain, she just really loved stuffed toys too much.
It's not like she had money when she was a kid to ever own them.
"Immediately, move all these things back."
Maxwell Peary completely lost his patience, not giving Nia Mitchell a chance to explain, just turned around and went back to the study.
