"You're daydreaming, could it be true?" Sophie Wilson stared angrily at Charles Seymour, reached out, grabbed his clothes, and demanded, "Tell me, who is it?"
A brain capable of calculating every plan precisely, never making a mistake, was directly frozen at this moment.
Charles Seymour couldn't reboot successfully for a long time, and could only stare blankly at Sophie Wilson.
Looking at his silly and stupid appearance, Sophie Wilson burst into laughter, pleased as she patted his arm, hidden with strength: "Seems like you haven't been out there provoking other little charms, alright, I'm satisfied."
Charles Seymour's eyes awkwardly moved for a moment, and he slowly came to understand Sophie Wilson's meaning.
He thought she was remembering past events, but she was actually just bluffing him.
Charles Seymour furrowed his brows, staring at Sophie Wilson, and small flames of anger suddenly flared in his eyes.
She actually bluffed him!
How could she bluff him?
