"Take this rabbit to the sofa."
What's it doing on the bed?
Nia Mitchell instantly pouted, looking unhappy.
"Uncle, I want to keep it on the bed."
She pouted, looking pleadingly.
"No."
Maxwell Peary resolutely refused; after all, he is a normal man, right?
Having a stuffed toy that little girls like on the bed — wouldn't people laugh to death?
"Uncle…"
"You and this rabbit, only one is allowed on the bed."
Maxwell Peary spoke with a grim face and then stopped looking at Nia Mitchell.
Nia Mitchell: .......
So annoying, Uncle actually said something like that.
Not happy, not happy.
Thinking this, Nia Mitchell grabbed the little rabbit's ears directly and turned around to walk out.
Maxwell Peary!!!
Whoa!
Wife, what are you planning to do?
Is this the rhythm to throw away that rabbit?
But the wife's expression doesn't seem so.
"Nia Mitchell! What are you doing?"
Upon hearing Maxwell Peary's voice, Nia Mitchell turned to glance at him.
