Ivy Miller was eating while thinking about how to make Henry Sullivan beg her for mercy, but she really didn't understand the nature of that uncle, so there were some things she just couldn't be sure about.
She hummed to herself, alright, she could still endure humiliation and heavy burdens.
Desperate measures must be taken; just like the Qin conquest, this principle she understood well.
The sound of the door opening came from the entrance, Ivy turned her head and saw Henry Sullivan walk in.
Seeing her still eating, Henry said, "Just got up?"
"You think everyone is Iron Man, huh?"
"Can't you speak nicely?"
"I'd love to, but my mood doesn't allow it."
Henry curled his lips: "You've got a lot of mood swings."
"Hmph," she glared at him.
"Hmph? What do you mean, I came to take you shopping for clothes and offended you instead?"
"Uncle, don't you know there's a website called Taobao these days?
