Ling Yun walked to Andy's desk, and the latter's heart hammered and her face flushed crimson as she drifted into a secret inner fangirling session.
Awkward!
She had overthought it. Ling Yun was merely using the desk phone to call security downstairs; he was too lazy to buy anything himself and had security do it instead.
Little Irene sat happily on the sofa, recalling how many Ling Yun had just told security to buy, and then she pursed her lips, speaking in a baby voice, "Only six? So stingy!"
She had counted them. Six meant two for each person, and she estimated she would finish two in a minute. That was not enough at all!
"Pfft..."
Andy on the side couldn't help laughing. "President, is she really your sister?"
"That's right, cute, isn't she?" Ling Yun smiled, poking Little Irene's cheek with his index finger!
"You're so big, and you actually have a little sister. Are you related by blood?"
"Definitely not, but what's the difference between her and a real one?"
"Alright, I'm done with my work. Now I'm ready to take you all to the set!" Andy grabbed a bag of documents.
Ling Yun swept his divine sense over them and discovered they were all the lines for the two little ones!
So many?
He got a headache just looking at them; it seemed he would need to cheat!
"Little Irene, wait here nicely for your ice cream. I'm going to go handle something with her."
Ling Yun instructed Little Irene properly, and then he and Andy made a trip to the fourth floor where the latter said she wanted to find a professional to teach the little ones how to memorize their lines.
The third floor!
The little guy blinked her eyes, standing motionlessly right there to