Mo Jiao, who never tolerated any nonsense in life, chose to endure it when Xiao Jinsheng deliberately tickled her to be mischievous.
Seeing no reaction from Mo Jiao, Xiao Jinsheng took a doll and pinched its shoulders, then its legs.
Mo Jiao still didn't react.
Until Xiao Jinsheng flicked a finger at the doll's buttocks.
Mo Jiao sharply lifted her gaze, her violet eyes lingering on Xiao Jinsheng: "You're really daring to play."
"Have you forgotten the identity you're holding?" Mo Jiao inquired.
"Because of the death of the little white flower, you transitioned from a domineering CEO to a regretful CEO," Xiao Jinsheng replied, adding, "You're now a little black flower, the stand-in for the little white flower."
"Even as a stand-in, I've just been reborn and still harbor a grudge against the domineering CEO," Mo Jiao said dangerously.
Black mist rose from her palm, directly binding her and Xiao Jinsheng's dolls together.
