She slowly slid down from the sofa, taking small steps out without saying a word.
The soft, fragrant little fellow she had in her arms was gone, Sophie Sullivan reached out her hand and called her, "Snowball, where are you going?"
Snowball turned her head with a grievance, "Snowball is going to see Dad."
"Snowball, you..." Are you leaving Mommy again?
"I'll come back after seeing Dad."
Sophie: "..."
Inside the compartment, the man smoking a cigarette heard this, and chuckled softly.
No wonder she's his daughter.
Smart!
Sure enough, on the other end, he heard Sophie compromise; it seemed she truly couldn't do anything about Snowball.
Charlie River saw from the rearview mirror that the expression on the Young Master's face gradually improved, unable to help but ask, "Young Master, did Young Madam agree?"
"Is there any suspense?" Isn't this necessary?
Charlie River laughed, "Of course there's no suspense."
