Bai Youwei was hugging Shen Mo's arm, silent.
Shen Mo looked down at her, continuing to ask, "What did you talk about with him? Want him to change his mind and support you to be king?"
Bai Youwei kept her head down, not making a sound.
Shen Mo glanced at her hand and asked again, "Aren't you going to keep playing the spoiled child?"
Bai Youwei finally lifted her head, her face full of frustration. "Is acting spoiled useful?"
Shen Mo chuckled, pushing his wheelchair swiftly out of the elevator, saying, "No use."
Bai Youwei: "..."
Then why on earth should she even act spoiled!
…
It felt like Bai Youwei had hit a steel plate.
If Shen Mo wouldn't budge, then all the groundwork she'd laid would be for nothing!
She slept that night with her back to him, huffing in anger. She even took all the quilts, ignoring him.
Shen Mo felt both helpless and slightly amused. He lay on his side next to her, gently moving her hair, asking, "Do you want so badly to be king?"