When the Song heiress, Song Yuyan, heard this question, she did not immediately react.
Make the little prince speak within ten minutes?
It was just making him speak up. Even just a word would count, so would this not be too easy?
"Sister, it has begun," the little bun politely reminded, then he maintained his stiff posture and sat quietly on the sofa.
Just as Song Yuyan thought about the lack of challenge of this task, the instant that little guy on the sofa was heard, she had an entirely different feeling.
Earlier, he had clearly still been an active and cute little prince, yet now it was as if he had an invisible mask disconnecting him from the outside world. He seemed sealed within a completely different world from them.
When Song Yuyan saw this indifference of his, her heart jumpe. All the things she had initially prepared to tease the little guy to speak had all been swallowed by the child's pitch-blac, ice-cold eyes.
