Although in the beginning, she paid attention to this little Young Master because she was the son of Zayn, she only knew after getting to know him that Maxwell was really a good child. Even if his father was not Zayn, she would definitely like him!
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you talking about?" Sam followed him unwillingly. "You said that you went to the hospital and made a cake all afternoon, but you didn't know Zayn?"
Nia paused as soon as she stepped into the living room. "I don't know her, but... when I sent the cake to Maxwell, I did meet Zayn."
"As I said, it's impossible not to touch you. You've worked so hard this time, and you have to gain something!" Sam patted her palm as if she had succeeded, and her eyes were shining. "Come on, when Zayn heard that his son likes you so much, did he start to pay attention to you? Am I right?"
"No..."
Hmm?"
"I didn't talk to Zayn." Nia lowered her head. "He didn't say a word. As soon as he came, I left... I was too nervous."
