Enna Clark was speechless. Was this a five-year-old son or a 50-year-old dad? Not wasting any time, she quickly sent him a message and threw her phone into her bag.
Outside the door, the driver was waiting for her.
Seeing her come out, he immediately helped open the car door, "Young Madam, please."
"Um, Uncle Harper, the rib soup is still simmering on the stove, and I really don't have time to wait for it. I've already added salt, could you help me turn off the fire?"
"Alright."
"Thank you."
Enna got into the car, followed by the driver. The car slowly drove to Enna's rented neighborhood entrance and stopped at the alley. Enna got out of the car, waved goodbye to the driver, and walked towards home...
As soon as she entered the door, the living room light was turned on.
In the brightly lit room, the little guy with a serious face was standing with arms crossed, scrutinizing her with a gaze as if examining an unfaithful wife.
"Were you really working overtime today?"
