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In the dressing room, Sara said as she wiped Alia’s face. Alia’s face was black from her rubbing and she was pouting for her to wipe it. When she heard this, she even shook her head and said seriously, “Sister Sara, this is a lawful society. You have to pay attention to the law, understand?”
Sara was amused. Such a young child talking to her about the law with a serious expression. She was really too cute! She tapped Alia’s little nose. “Why are you so cute? Are you selling such a cute child? I’ll pay a billion!”
Alia’s eyes lit up. She thought for a mont and said, “How should I sell myself? Do you want to go ho with you? Or can I co to the production team to see you? When you pay, can I count the money myself?” If she only ca to visit when Sara was working, then she could do it! If she earned a
billion yuan, then Eldest Uncle would not have to work so hard!
Sara:
Mrs. Walton and Chris were speechless. Was this what it ant to help soone count their money after being sold?
Sara couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “I’m just joking with you, little money-grubber! In the future, if anyone tells you that, you have to say you’re not for sale, understand?”
After a while, their faces were wiped clean. Mrs. Walton looked at the ti and said it was ti to go ho.
Alia seized the mont to ask Sara, “Sister Sara, the ghosts you’re talking about aren’t real ghosts, right?”
Sara: “Of course. It’s just a na for the invasion army.” After a pause, she added, “There are no ghosts in this world!”
Chris stared straight ahead.
William remained silent.
Alia started to say sothing, then asked, “Then, Sister Sara, will you be afraid if you see a ghost?”
Sara said, “That depends on the ghost.” Alia asked, “Female ghost?”
Sara said, “Then I’ll whistle and pounce!”
Alia:
Chris:
William: “… You’re a real warrior!”
Mrs. Walton ca up and took Alia’s hand. She smiled. “Sorry to trouble you.”
Sara stood quickly. “It’s no trouble, no trouble. I like Mia, too.”
Mrs. Walton nodded. “Then we’ll go back first.’
Sara waved her hand and watched Alia get into the car and leave reluctantly.
Suddenly, she rembered that she did not ask for Alia’s contact number!
Oh no, oh no, such a cute child, she actually forgot to take a photo with her! Even a photo of Mia was fine!
Sara’s gaze turned and landed on Chris. She ran over with her phone. “Mr. Walton, let’s add each other on WeChat? Speaking of which, we’ve worked together for so long, but I haven’t gotten your contact number!”
There was a large group chat in the production team. Usually, if they had anything to say, they would say it in the group. Sara and Chris weren’t personal WeChat friends.
Chris was sitting in his seat and reading a script. When he heard this, he pushed up the fra of his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said lazily, “Sure.”
Then, he successfully added her as a friend on WeChat.
Sara thanked him politely and went to sit at the side. After getting Chris’s WeChat, Sara imdiately opened his WeChat Monts and read more than ten ssages in a row. They were all promotions for business cooperation. She was a little indignant. How could Chris hold back from posting on his WeChat Monts when he had such a cute kid at ho?
At the sa ti, Chris also glanced at his cell phone. His slender fingers casually clicked on Sara’s Monts. Usually, she would take revenge. If soone slapped her twice, she would feel like she had suffered a loss. Her Monts were actually filled with cute cats and dogs? And rabbits? In just a few Monts, it could be seen that Sara liked cute things. She had seven or eight cats at ho. There were black, yellow, white, and flowers. She also liked to watch ani. No wonder she liked Mia so much.
Chris put his phone away nonchalantly and prepared for the next scene. At this mont, he saw Sara bury her head and secretly scrolling through his Monts?
Chris:
On the other side, Alia had just returned ho when she saw Harper coming down the stairs. He pretended not to care as he passed by with a glass of water. Then he sat on the sofa with Alia.
Alia asked curiously, “Brother Harper, what’s wrong?”
Harper said, “I’ve thought about it seriously. I think I like the crystal tower-shaped tomb.” After a pause, he added, “It’s best if you engrave the three letters MVP on it for .
Alia:
William: ‘I???” No, was Harper’s reflex arc so long? He only reacted to what they were talking about yesterday just now?
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