The elevator door opened and Xuan Yingluo ignored Zhou Yu. Instead, she held little seventh young master’s little hand and walked into her office.
“Little Seven, you sit there and draw.”Xuan Yingluo settled little seventh young master down.
“Okay, Mommy.”Little seventh young master took out a brush and a notebook from his small schoolbag and began to draw. However, his big black eyes still fell curiously on Zhou Yu’s body, looking and looking at him.
Zhou Yu’s figure was very tall and strong, but because of his disguise, he couldn’t reveal his appearance like little seventh young master. However, this man who suddenly appeared was filled with a majestic sense of power, little seventh young master felt that this uncle was very similar to the Daddy in his previous paintings.
In fact, even the Daddy in his paintings wasn’t so tall.
Xuan Yingluo put down the bag in her hand and looked at Zhou Yu. She said indifferently, “Come here, I have something to tell you.”
