Nia Mitchell blinked her eyes, awkwardly standing there.
"Uh..."
What should she say?
"Uncle, why aren't you wearing clothes?"
Nia Mitchell immediately shouted, quickly turning around to avoid looking at him.
It was too embarrassing.
The person shaving over there paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and continued his actions.
"It's not like you haven't seen it before."
Nia Mitchell: ......
The logic seemed right, but...
It's different.
"Who was calling?"
Maxwell Peary finally got to the main topic, and Nia Mitchell then remembered she was still holding the CEO's phone.
"I don't know, it was a woman, she didn't say her name, and you haven't saved this number either."
Nia Mitchell pouted, and reached behind her with the phone.
"Hurry up and take your phone!"
Not wearing clothes and deliberately letting her in, it was too annoying.
"There's foam on my hands."
The CEO said it matter-of-factly.
And then?
What did he want to express?
