Young Damien Harwood looked at Hugo Hayes without arrogance or servility: "Hello, Uncle, my name is Damien Harwood, and I am four and a half years old."
Hugo Hayes' frown deepened.
He hadn't asked how old the child was, so who allowed him to respond?
However.
He wasn't about to argue with a child over such a matter.
His gaze fell on the cake in young Damien Harwood's hand, then he spoke: "This cake is Harriet's favorite flavor."
Young Damien Harwood nodded politely: "Yes, Uncle, Harriet already told me."
Hugo Hayes: "..."
He slightly lowered his head and looked at little Harriet beside him.
Before he could speak, Harriet's eyes lit up: "Daddy, you want to eat the little cake, right?! Harriet will go buy it for you!!!"
No wonder she found her daddy acting a bit strange earlier, it turns out daddy wants to eat a little cake!
This was the first time Harriet had seen her daddy want to eat a little cake.
Harriet was very excited.