Upon hearing Jasmine's enticing words, Zhao Ji and Larilo, the two sisters, had different expressions.
Zhao Ji remained expressionless like an iceberg, as if she hadn't heard Jasmine's words at all.
Larilo, on the other hand, was more interesting. She glanced at Zhao Ji, then raised her hand to make a circular motion at her temple.
This gesture was something only understood in human society. Jasmine didn't get it, but Zhao Ji immediately understood—does this woman have a problem with her brain?
Zhao Ji's lips slightly curled up but quickly returned to their ice-cold expression.
Jasmine sensed something was off, so she turned her watery eyes to Larilo and asked, "Little Lar, what does that gesture mean?"
"Do you not believe what I'm saying?"
Hearing Jasmine's words, Larilo quickly shook her head and then said, "How could that be?"
"Of course, I believe what you're saying."
