Looking at the little one being so happy, Jeremiah May felt a complex sensation in his heart that even he couldn't quite define.
This was something he gave her on his own initiative, precisely because she liked Atlas Shaw, so he went to get the poster—at least in the past, he never thought that one day he would do such a thing.
But seeing the little one keeping her eyes wide open, staring intently at the poster of Atlas Shaw, he somehow felt a bit uncomfortable.
It was as if at this moment, all her attention was on the poster of Atlas Shaw, not sparing even a glance for him.
After all, he was the one who lost face to get the poster for her! Jeremiah raised his hand unhappily and poked the little one's head.
The poke wasn't hard, but it was enough to make the little one look up at him.
Jeremiah immediately felt a sense of refreshment.
"Young master…" the little one muttered, obviously confused as to why the young master poked her.
