Sophie Wilson looked at Julian Campbell with complex emotions, sighed inwardly with a bit of helplessness, and turned to Charles Seymour, silently asking, how did such an innocent kid survive in the entertainnt industry?
"His agent is very capable," Charles naturally understood the aning behind Sophie Wilson’s eyes and explained.
"I see," Sophie Wilson suddenly understood.
Julian Campbell looked blankly at his uncle and aunt, realizing they were talking about him. The two lines they exchanged didn’t seem to have any problems, but why did he feel like he was being looked down upon?
Could it be... his imagination?
Was he just so used to being looked down on by his uncle that he developed inertia?
Thinking everything was heading in that direction?
No way, no way... how could that be?
Aunt wouldn’t look down on him!
"Yeah, I know, he’s doing it for ." Sophie Wilson looked at Julian Campbell with a smile, her gaze as kind as a mother looking at her naive son.
He’s a good kid; he just doesn’t quite understand his uncle’s "deviousness" yet.
Even if he didn’t co to tell her, she would still know.
The whole internet was buzzing; she just had to log on to find out, let alone if she didn’t get around to it, her curious parents would co to ask.
See, her parents have already co over early today.
Julian Campbell, after all, is still young and didn’t think that far, but his intent to protect Charles Seymour was indeed precious.
So, Sophie Wilson found Julian Campbell more and more pleasing to the eye. No wonder she liked him as a celebrity in her previous life; it was his kindness that attracted her at that ti as well.
"Hmm..." Julian Campbell responded, but his voice was a bit weak. He scratched his head and directly asked, "Aunt, why do your eyes look at ... like my mom does?"
Very gentle, but it made him feel a bit weird.
"According to seniority, I’m also your elder, right? No problem with that, right?" Sophie Wilson asked with a smile.
Julian Campbell hesitated a bit but still nodded; although there was no problem with her words... he still felt sothing wasn’t quite right.
Sophie Wilson burst into laughter and fell into Charles Seymour’s arms: "Why is Julian Campbell so cute?"
Cute?
Julian Campbell puffed one cheek out, a bit frustrated, wondering why he was called cute instead of handso?
Wasn’t he clearly so handso!
Julian Campbell’s little act made Sophie Wilson unable to handle it; she pinched Charles’s arm, laughing and saying, "Julian Campbell is just too cute! I like him so much!"
Julian Campbell was frustrated; why was it still cute?
He looked at Sophie Wilson with accusing eyes, which made Sophie Wilson really unable to take it, as if a little puppy was adorably pouting at you.
Can’t take it, can’t take it... Sophie Wilson clutched her heart, indicating that her heart couldn’t bear it... too cute.
Charles Seymour lowered his gaze, looking at his wife lying in his arms... talking about another man being cute and liking him too much?
Should he strangle Julian Campbell or not?
Julian Campbell inexplicably felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, quickly spreading throughout his entire body.
Where did the killing intent co from?!
Julian Campbell looked around vigilantly, only to find that everyone else in the room showed no abnormality, making his abrupt movent look quite... silly.
Julian Campbell scratched his head in confusion and honestly took a bite of a bun to cover his embarrassnt. Maybe it was just his imagination.
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