บท 1592: The Domineering President

Varian and the Matriach walking behind him were greeted by Primula.

"I know her, I've seen her before. She is…she is…"

Primula leaned forward, fidgeting cutely as she tried to recall. Her small, cute face showed tangled in thoughts showed her struggle.

The Matriarch's gaze flickered and she smiled at the little girl.

'Such a cute little gi—'

"The fat blue cow!"

Varian nearly stumbled to the floor. Pulling Primula's cheeks, he asked with a grim expression. "Where did you hear that?"

"Ish, Ish fraam thaaa…" Primula tried to speak with great difficulty.

Varian released his grip and the little girl rubbed her cheeks with an indignant expression before muttering. "That's what sister Sia called her."

"…"

Varian's face darkened.

'The house needs to be set in order.'

Someone was going to get spanked a lot tonight.