I'm Enough
After speaking, Sakura stood up and placed her hand on Xuan, who also wanted to get up. She gave Xuan a glance, indicating that she shouldn't try to slip away and should keep an eye on this little sweetheart.
Sakura continued while making these gestures, "For this type of question, you can ask Xuan. Her IQ test score was higher than mine. Xuan, it's up to you. You can't make the little sweetheart feel bad. He's genuinely asking for your input."
In reality, this situation was a bit like walking a dog. When the dog wanted to play and one owner didn't want to, they would hand the leash over to the other owner. If they didn't want to walk the dog but were afraid of losing it, that's how it went.
Xuan had a pained expression on her face. Her black wavy long hair looked lackluster. She sat on the edge of the bed, furrowing her brows. She seemed somewhat distressed.
"Well... let's change the question. Your previous question wasn't very meaningful."