"I'm sorry, Mr. Beichuan!"
Nakajima Michika deeply bowed toward Beichuan Si.
"Since you know you're sorry, I have a favor to ask of you," said Beichuan Si as he was packing his travel bag, his expression unchanged.
"Uh... say it," Nakajima Michika shrank back.
She soon felt that despite being a big sister four years older than Beichuan Si, and the only adult officially in the Beichuan family, how could she cower?
How could she cower in front of this underage Beichuan Si?
Just as Nakajima Michika was about to clear her throat and stand up straight to talk—
She felt Beichuan Si's icy gaze sweep over her.
Nakajima Michika shrank her neck again, bending her spine this time.
"Miss Nakajima, I need to make a trip to Ibaraki Prefecture in the next few days."
"Eh?! Isn't this too sudden? If you leave, how will... how will Hui Li manage?" Nakajima Michika blurted out.
Yes, who would take care of her and Beichuan Hui Li's meals if Beichuan Si left?
