During dinner, Maxwell Peary kept answering many phone calls, which made his dinner last a long time.
After finally finishing the meal, Maxwell Peary directly turned off his phone.
"Uncle, why are you turning off your phone? What if there's something urgent and they can't find you?"
As the CEO of such a big company, he's probably the only one who would turn off his phone like this.
"Since I'm home, my time belongs to you."
Maxwell Peary smiled and reached out to stroke her hair.
Nia Mitchell blinked. Since when did the CEO become so good at talking?
"Alright, since that's the case, I'll accept your time."
Nia Mitchell immediately beamed with a smile, pulling Maxwell Peary, who had just finished his dinner, to sit on the living room sofa.
Before he could react to what Rabina Mitchell wanted to do, he saw her turn on the TV and then lie down on the sofa.
Her head rested on his lap as she lay on the sofa.
"What are you doing?"
So carefree.
