He leaned down, placing his hands by his sides, "Tell me, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Little Jingxing, crying miserably, swung another chunky little fist towards his uncle's incredibly handsome face.
Hey!
This time, the little pudgy hand didn't hit his uncle's face but was firmly grasped by his uncle's palm.
Struggling twice, he couldn't break free, and Little Jingxing cried even harder.
"Waaaah..."
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of knocking on the door.
Thinking it was his secretary, Lu Yin didn't even raise his head, "Come in."
Lin Qinqin was there to deliver a painting. As a gallery owner, how could she refuse business that came to her?
Since he specified that he wanted to buy it, she naturally dared to sell it.
Moreover, she increased the price and sold it at a premium for regulars!
With permission granted, she pushed the door open, and as soon as the heavy door opened, Jingxing's childish cries poured out.
