"Ask... not ask... ask... not ask... ask..."
"Creak..."
"I'm back."
The villa's door was pushed open, and Jiang Xiong, wearing glasses and with a refined demeanor, hung his suit jacket over his arm as he changed into slippers in the entryway.
Before even glancing in the direction of Bai Yi's room on the first floor, he was stunned by the scene in the living room for a moment.
But in the living room, his stepdaughter Bai Yi, with a hairband holding up her bangs and a pure white hydrating facial mask on her face,
was holding a bunch of prop fake flowers, tearing at the petals.
On the table, several stalks of fake flowers and numerous petals were already scattered.
Clearly, the stalk in her hand was not the first victim.
Tearing off a petal, she trembled and said,
"Ask..."
And as she tore off another petal, she trembled her lips again and added,
"Not ask..."
This was the last petal, meaning that the "not ask" was the result.
"Ah, how can I sleep if I don't ask!"
