"Why did you stop talking?"
Maxwell Peary leaned back in his chair, looking far more relaxed than Nia Mitchell, who stood there, nervous and ill at ease.
Nia Mitchell frowned, her gaze fixed on the cell phone on the ground.
"Uncle, your phone..." she said, pointing at the floor. The phone Uncle Peary uses... it must be really, really expensive.
To just smash it like that, isn't he being too wasteful?
The young woman had apparently forgotten that Maxwell Peary had always been extravagant. When they first met, he had even casually offered to gift her that jaw-droppingly expensive car. Although she never got the car, she ended up getting herself entangled with him.
"Mm, it's broken," Maxwell Peary replied nonchalantly, continuing to observe the little bunny's ever-changing expressions.
Nia Mitchell's lips twitched. What does he mean, 'it's broken'? He's the one who smashed it!
