Ning Xueluo breathed a sigh of relief before a sinister look flahsed in her eyes. "You can be a little cruel when you do it. That way, it'll seem more realistic!"
"Don't worry, little girl, you don't have to teach me these things! Don't forget about what I want!" The man lowered his voice.
Ning Xueluo's tone was slightly annoyed. "Didn't I say that I'd find a time to help you ship those things in? There'll be some stock coming from Los Angeles to Imperial next month! There won't be any problems, you just have to help me get this done right, then everything goes!"
...
At Platinum Palace in Imperial.
In the study room, the little bun was lying his head on his father's desk and his huge eyes stared at the man, unblinking. He asked for the sixteenth time today, "When is Mommy coming home?"
These past few days, Lu Tingxiao and Little Treasure's conversation was basically:
"When is Mommy coming home?"
"Why isn't Mommy home yet?"
