Chapter 358: Di the Good Man

"Dean, what if Roy cries later?" Miranda placed the little guy on her lap, then asked uncertainly.

"Relax, this is just a normal private gathering, not as serious as you imagine."

Dean casually teased his son, who immediately started chanting "Daddy~Daddy~" non-stop.

Roy was already three years old and was even about to enroll in a top private kindergarten in Washington this fall.

In America, this is called Daycare or Preschool.

So little Roy can now jump around and talk, mischievously tight.

"I heard there will be many people, those often mentioned big shots?"

Miranda had hardly returned to work at the Democratic office since giving birth to Roy.

She now felt somewhat out of touch with the political circle, thus unconsciously a bit uneasy.

"You are a big shot, Miranda," Dean said, fixing his son's Lego toys before he looked up.

"A significant portion of your foundation's funds goes towards sponsoring these so-called 'big shots.'