“ Lila , stop giving Mommy nicknames all the time.” Liam said this symbolically, without any reproach in his tone, but rather with indulgence.
Clara, too lazy to argue with them, turned and went back to her bedroom. She knew Liam 's temper all too well; whenever Vanessa was involved , she was always wrong.
The next morning, as Clara stepped out of her bedroom, she saw Liam leaning against the sofa, iPad in hand, his fingers flying across the screen. Sunlight streamed through the French windows, illuminating his handsome profile, but his gaze was fixed on the screen, and he didn't even notice her approaching.
“ Clara , come here for a second.” Liam only looked up when Clara walked to the sofa and pointed to the iPad screen—it was full of information about high-end villas in the city center, with the lowest price being tens of millions.
Clara could speak, she saw Liam pick up his phone, tap the screen a few times, and then the phone beeped – he had transferred a 10 million yuan deposit to the real estate agent.