K Group, a luxurious and grand President's Office.
Unlike the usual solemnity, today's President's Office is rather lively.
A little fellow as exquisite as a glutinous rice dumpling sits on the sofa, while chubby Harry endures the little fellow's torment, letting out a series of pitiful cries.
On the tea table are fruits and desserts that the glutinous rice dumpling likes to eat, and the black sofa is piled with many fluffy little dolls.
Charlie River and the assistant come in to report work, both trying to keep their voices low, fearing to disturb the delicate Snowball.
Snowball holds Harry, her little hands stroking Harry's head, her thick and long eyelashes like a small fan gently trembling.
Her rosy little mouth slightly purses the corner of the lips, she lifts her eyelids, her pitch-black eyes strikingly clear and watery.
"Daddy." The voice is soft and glutinous, as sweet as cotton candy to the heart.
