Nia Mitchell instantly let go of her hand and started running forward.
"Haha, Uncle, you better catch me quickly, or you won't find me later. My phone is in the car, okay?"
Nia giggled and took off running.
That darn Rabina!
Maxwell Peary's face instantly turned dark, but he still moved forward unhurriedly.
Running like this in the school, what sort of decorum is this?
Besides, he certainly didn't want to look so disheveled.
He came just for a stroll, why was she being so hasty?
Watching her distant figure, she really still looked like a child.
Maxwell thought to himself, this version of Nia, always so full of energy, made him reluctant to see her change.
She was already like this, she shouldn't be like him, suppressing everything.
He would protect everything about her, including her current personality.
Without saying anything more, he began to walk forward, step by step, like a victorious king strolling through his kingdom.
