"What good show?" Fang Min loved watching a good show the most.
"I'd say there's at least an eighty percent chance of a big battle today." Zhao Wensheng mimed the Little Queen's long‑scheming expression.
Fang Min looked back at him. "Hey, you're an uncle too, how can you talk like that?"
Zhao Wensheng was just stating facts. His wife's younger brother's two kids had both been delivered by him; of course he liked them. It's just that the look on the Little Queen's face today even made him feel something was off.
She didn't go into the office with her uncle, using the excuse of going to the bathroom. Lu Na walked along the corridor, doing a carpet search of every room from one end to the other, determined to find that person.
