Time flies, four years later.
In the flourishing metropolis, a black Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of Saintoro International Kindergarten.
By 11 AM, the school gate entrance was already filled with all sorts of luxurious private cars, coming from nationwide, and even some from overseas.
"Uncle Howard!" A tender voice rang out from not far away; looking at the man standing beside the black sedan, the petite figure immediately rushed over.
And behind her, followed two pretty little boys!
Seeing his sister suddenly dashing, Fenton Stuart slightly furrowed his elegant brows in disapproval. She was already four years old—why was she still so reckless?
Where did she inherit this trait from? It certainly didn't come from their mommy!
"Amelia, be careful!" Another clear and slightly naive yet steady voice called out, belying the tone of a child.
Clayton Howard smiled softly as the little girl ran to him, then squatted down and hugged her, "Lady Ino."
