Nia Mitchell pouted, seemingly unable to refuse.
"Okay."
Hand in hand, the two of them headed towards the garden. The flowers in the garden were blooming brilliantly, making it extraordinarily beautiful.
Nia Mitchell gazed at this sight, her eyes sparkling.
"Uncle, it seems even more beautiful than it was a few days ago."
The thing is, all these flowers seemed to be different from those a few days ago. Wow, doesn't this mean they change the flowers in the garden often? That must cost a fortune.
"Really?"
Maxwell Peary didn't care about these things and never paid them any attention. He, who seldom came to the garden, had really changed a lot lately.
"As long as you like it."
This was Maxwell Peary's answer, and when he looked at her, a hint of laughter touched his eyes.
Such a dazzling Maxwell Peary could attract everyone's attention.
Seeing this, a smile also spread across Nia Mitchell's face.
"Uncle, could we come and take a stroll in the garden whenever we're free?"
