"As long as you promise me not to run around anymore, I'll forgive you."
Evelyn Sherman's words had just fallen when the little buddy who had tearful eyes just moments ago immediately raised his face, showing off the jade-carved features of his little face. There was no trace of pity left, becoming a highly skilled little demon in acting.
His dark eyes shone brightly.
He lay down on the sofa, with both arms propped behind his head, "Since you're not mad anymore, I've decided to stay."
Evelyn Sherman: "..."
"King Harry is already three years old and can take care of little Evelyn. You better behave!" The little buddy sat up from the sofa, patted her head as if comforting a child.
Evelyn instinctively nodded her head, and then, a second later, she came to her senses.
"Harry, Mommy has a very serious matter to talk to you about...."
