Ella Lacey had no idea when she walked in.
She looked over her baby non-stop.
Cherline Lindsey was quick to hide the ruby in her hand, stood up, closed the laptop, and frowned, saying, "Aren't you tired of clinging to your husband?"
"..."
Ella Lacey was seen through by the baby with one glance. She squatted down awkwardly, embraced her, and kissed her sweetly, "Little Mosquito, Mommy has you to stay with, but she can't neglect you either."
"You must have an ulterior motive, right?" The little bun saw right through his mommy.
"..."
Ella Lacey whispered in her ear, "Little Mosquito, do you have contact with the president?"
"I'm not telling you." The little bun remained aloof.
"... Well, okay then."
Ella Lacey felt wronged. The baby told her nothing. Poor Mommy oh...
She could only plead, "If you do contact him, remember to tell the president that a woman misses him a lot..."
"You'd better focus on missing your man." The little bun hit the nail on the head.