บท 312: Chapter 312: Is this simply the style of a domineering president? 3

"Of course! You should call me Uncle..." Grace Gordon pinched little Harry Brown's face.

She took the fresh flowers from Harry's hand and handed them to Chloe Spencer, instructing her to put them in a vase in the restaurant. Then she bent down and wiped the chubby little hands of Harry.

Grace held Harry's hand, feeling that he had grown somewhat chubbier since she first met him.

Now his small hands had some meat on them, and they were no longer rough, but soft and fair. It was evident that Old Madam Brown took great care of Harry.

"Let's go... together to pick up Uncle!" Grace said to Harry.

Harry nodded vigorously, his big black eyes full of laughter: "Yes!"

It was Ian Leighton's first time at the Presidential Mansion. Before he got out of the car, the Chief Steward of the Presidential Mansion had already come out to open the door for him.

"Thank you..." Ian Leighton nodded to the presidential mansion housekeeper, with an elegant demeanor.