Chenxing's heart sank. The answer was on the tip of her tongue, but the other party changed the topic midway. "What kind of deal was made with the child?"
Hua Hua immediately tightened her lips and turned to sit on the sofa, picking up the remote control to divert the conversation. "Oh, it's nothing. Do you want to watch something on television? A new movie just came out. What do you say to that?"
"Hua Hua, you said it. What did Shaocheng exchange the child for? Why did you stop talking?"
"Chenxing, don't ask anymore. Can you ask something else or I'll concede," Hua Hua massaged her own brow. Now she finally understood why her right eyelid kept twitching — there was a jinx waiting at her doorstep. She nearly spilled the beans just now. Hua Hua was observant, she was no fool. She just didn't like to think. Naturally, discerning men like her would keep their lips sealed when faced with Chenxing's relentless questioning.