His tone, his appearance, did not seem to be joking at all.
Ava was speechless, craned her neck to join Chase with a look of gossip, and asked in a low voice, “Uncle, how rich are you?”
Chase replied faintly: “As long as you know that I am rich, you can do whatever you want outside except murder and arson.”
“Really?” Ava raised her eyebrows, “Is it okay to raise a little white face?”
With a black face, Chase forks up a piece of beef that has just been switched, and sends it to Ava’s mouth, “Eat more, I’m afraid you won’t be able to keep up at night.”
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