Caressing the Almighty’s Tummy

The youngster must have glanced back too many times with that alluring expression because Qin Mo glanced up, his lids slightly upturned as he took large strides over.

In the past, Bo Jiu had never been guilty before, but this time… Perhaps it was because of how often she used to tackle the Almighty when they had been young, she couldn't seem to associate the puppy-like pet with the Almighty, who was standing in front of her at the moment. Hence, she acted slightly overboard, tossing the phone at the storyboard director as though it was a piping hot potato.

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes. "What's that?"

"The main director's phone." Bo Jiu laughed lightly. In order to divert his attention, she went all out. "Do you want another ice cream cone?"

Qin Mo kept his gaze, focusing on the youngster's smiling face, the suppressed thought surged back up.

Such enthusiasm ignited an urge within him… to do bad things!