Lucas Scott felt a tightness in his heart and blurted out without thinking, "No problem, you wipe as much as you want, and Uncle has a new one after you're done."
"Thank you, Beautiful Uncle." The Little Princess raised her head and pecked his handsome face, leaving behind a slobbery mark on his cheek.
"..." He was flirted with once more.
"Hand the Little Princess to me. Aren't you going to eat?" Evelyn Sherman reached out to take the Little Princess from Lucas Scott's arms, her lips coldly parting.
The implicit message was clear: if he didn't eat, she would make him tell her all the remaining messages.
Was it that easy?
Lucas Scott raised his devilish eyes, not bothering to fight her for the child, but just picked up the chopsticks and leisurely tapped the bowl, his thin lips parting slightly, "Just these few dishes, how boring to eat. You agreed to accompany me for a meal, yet you didn't order a single dish, didn't take a bite of rice."
