Song Nuanyi still insisted on personally guarding Wu Zifei's ashes. Wu Chaotian did not force her and let her follow him to the surveillance room on the top floor.
On the way, Wu Chaotian smiled and asked her if she had received a bunch of sunflowers. He had personally chosen them.
Song Nuanyi did not want to talk too much nonsense with this person, so she replied, "I don't like them."
"Oh?" Wu Chaotian raised his eyebrows slightly. "Don't tell me that I've also failed in my intelligence reports? Why do I remember that Miss Song's favorite flower since she was young was a sunflower?"
"You're mistaken." Her voice was still cold.
Suddenly, Wu Chaotian stood in front of her, blocking her path. He pushed her against the wall and propped her by the side of her neck with one hand.
