Steven felt helpless, "Okay, just let it be."
"Uncle." Joseph walked forward and sat beside Irish, holding her arm, "Just let her be here for a while."
Mary hastily said, "Yes, she will not stay longer at home if you drive her away so soon."
Steven rolled his eyes, and finally, he made a compromise, "Okay. You are spoiled by Joseph, I guess I can't stop you."
Irish was lost for words.
"Why are your eyes so red? You cried?" Steven looked into Irish's eyes.
Irish immediately moved her eyes away. "No, I just had a bad sleep last night."
Steven's eyes flew to Joseph, sighing, "Joseph. Is that because you only care about your work?"
"I will not do it again," Joseph promised lightly. "I will take care of Irish in the future."
Irish looked at Joseph subconsciously.
Mary took a glance at them and then picked up a fruit, "Irish, have you eaten something?"
Irish nodded.
