Chapitre 800: 800. This unconscionable woman_1

The Elly Campbell in his arms hummed indifferently, "That's what they all say online."

At this moment, Adam Jones couldn't help but post a cry for help in his mind—

My wife has been getting cheekier recently, where did her cold aloofness go? Anxious, tossing coins for advice.

However, on second thought, seeing his wife act more and more like a child in front of him, Adam Jones naturally felt happier than anyone else.

It meant that his wife was trusting him more, and becoming more relaxed and comfortable in his presence.

"Right."

Elly Campbell suddenly remembered something, raised her head in his arms, and said, "Next Monday is Grandpa's eightieth birthday, can you make time to go to Alaska?"

"Next Monday?"

Adam Jones was taken aback for a moment, a complex expression flitting across his eyes.

Seeing his expression was a bit off, Elly promptly said, "What's wrong? Can't make it? It's okay if you can't, my grandfather won't blame you."

"Of course not."