Daisy Ginger stepped forward, standing in front of Edward Stephens, looking at the crease between his brows.
He must be very worried, even now, his brows are not relaxed.
Edward Stephens met her gaze, and after a second, he faintly shifted his eyes away and extinguished the cigarette butt.
He asked in a calm voice, "What are you here for?"
The voice was so steady, it didn't even have any fluctuation.
Daisy Ginger looked at him and couldn't help but smile again.
The man was very tall. She was 1.68 meters; even in high heels, she was still half a head shorter than him.
When she looked up at him, she was already losing momentum.
Daisy Ginger twirled the long hair that hung over her chest, answering playfully, "After all, she is my sister." She imitated his tone, full of smiles, "Just came to see if she's dead yet."
The man's eyes deepened slightly, asking her, "Are you very pleased?"
Daisy Ginger tilted her head, "Feeling sorry?"
"..."
