Since little Rabina wants to go searching for her youthful past this afternoon, he didn't rush to get ready to leave.
After saying those words, he didn't give the other any chance to speak, directly pulling Nia Mitchell to walk outside.
Nia didn't even have time to say a single word before she was already being taken outside, over ten meters away.
By the time she snapped out of it, she was already in the elevator.
Nia: ......
"Uncle, I actually wanted to eat at home."
It's been a long time since she last had a meal with her father; if he refuses now, Dad would be quite upset.
"What's so good at home?"
Maxwell was very dismissive.
"How can there be nothing good?"
Nia was quite unhappy, pouting after she spoke.
As they chatted, they went down the elevator, Maxwell put his arm around her waist, walking intimately forward.
"What's so good? Tell me?"
Maxwell leaned over, a slight smirk at his lips, carrying a hint of devilish charm.
