"Ella Big Sister, do you believe that I can drive this car well right now?" Clarissa suddenly placed her little hands on the steering wheel.
Ella Lacey was startled and tried to persuade her, "Little Miss Lindsey, I know your IQ is invincible, and you're almost as amazing as your dad Arthur, but driving is not for playing around. You need to have a driver's license before you can hit the road, you know? Can you let go, please? If the police Uncle sees us, we'll get fined."
"All right, don't panic, Mommy Ella, I'm just messing with you."
Clarissa Lindsey quickly withdrew her little hands, slumped lazily in her seat, and took out Ella Lacey's cell phone from her LV pink purse. With her chubby fingers, she scrolled to the contact labeled "Husband," and lightly tapped—
A vibrating sound came from the earpiece.
Soon, the call connected.
As always, Mia Sinclair's charming voice came through, "My dearest wife, missing me?"
"Daddy Arthur, I miss you," Clarissa giggled.
Immediately.
