After thinking for a while, Nina stopped thinking and went back to her room.
Rebecca was taking care of Van and Don. When she saw Nina come in, she greeted Nina respectfully, "Princess Nina."
"Did Van and Don have cried in the past two days?" Nina walked to the crib, kissed Van's little hand first and then kissed Don's little hand.
Van and Don immediately smiled.
Rebecca said, "With the company of Count Nangong, they didn't make much noise. Sometimes they would cry. They would be fine after Count Nangong coaxed them for a while."
"Good kids. Come here and hug me." Nina stretched out her hand to hold Van, and Don suddenly began to babble for favor.
"Don, be a good boy, I'll hold you soon." Nina put Van back and turned to hold Don.
When the baby was in her mother's arms, his soft little hand put on the face of Nina, and he babbled even more.
"Don, you must be a naughty boy when you grow up." Nina patted Don on the buttock and looked down at Van, who was lying quietly on the crib and looking at her with his big eyes.
"Fortunately, Van is so quiet. If both of them make trouble, I'm afraid they would turn the whole family upside down when
ow can I pretend not to know?"
"I don't know. I still can't believe that one of the couples who frequently show love has an affair." Lynda said.
Cali sighed helplessly, "I can't believe it, okay? Lynda! Can you give me an idea? How about I'll have a talk with Princess Nina and let her make it clear to Count Nangong? If possible, they can divorce peacefully."
"No, Cali! Aren't you afraid that Princess Nina will hurt you?" Lynda stopped her emotionally.
"Impossible Princess Nina is not that kind of person. She won't do that." Cali firmly believed.
"Well, it's up to you. I have something to do," said Lynda.
Cali was confused. "What are you busy with at night?"
"Nothing. It's just about work. I can't help you with this. It's up to you." Lynda said it vaguely.
"I just can't make a decision..."
"Well, it's not a big deal. I have to go."
"Lynda..."
Lynda hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone in a hurry, Lynda sat at the desk and took a few deep breaths. She held the phone tightly as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, and her palms were sweating.
Lynda lit up the screen again, and it showed that she was recording.
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