Bai Jingrou's thoughts drifted here and there. She watched as Bai Qinghao took considerable care of Fang Xinxin. In contrast, she had just been reprimanded by Bai Chongshan. She instantly lost her appetite.
She wanted to leave the dining table. However, she did not have the courage to do so while the seniors were still present.
After finishing his dinner, Bai Qinghao quietly handed a small, exquisite square box to Fang Xinxin beneath the table.
Fang Xinxin turned to him with wide, shining and confused eyes.
Bai Qinghao leaned close to her. His frozen, cold heart was somewhat apprehensive, yet he appeared cold and indifferent on the surface. He asked lightly. "Will you agree to it?"
Fang Xinxin was confused. "What?"
"The thing I handed to you earlier. Do you agree to accept it?"
"En." She nodded.
