Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties

"You really are clever, you little imp!" Mrs. Xia couldn’t help but gently tap her forehead, looking at her childlike face and couldn’t help but sigh, "Bao’er, sometimes Mom really feels you don’t resemble a nine-year-old girl at all..."

Which other nine-year-old child could personally find a lawyer to help their mom get a divorce.

Or help the family do business and earn a lot of money.

And so on and so forth.

Xia Ningxing stiffened, not even daring to blink, silently cursing the situation.

She always forgot to act her age...

Now, how was she to explain?

But the next second.

"Bao’er!" Mrs. Xia started sobbing again and hugged her childish small body, blaming herself for everything.