What's the point of doing this?
As Daisy Zane walked back, she thought about this matter. When she passed by a room entrance, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the door lock.
It was a password lock in the shape of a rose, with numbers scattered on its petals.
Daisy Zane suddenly stopped in her tracks and inexplicably approached the password lock.
At the same time, a thought flashed through her mind: "Dad and Mom, I designed this password lock for the room. Is my design good enough?"
The moment the thought crossed her mind, Daisy Zane remembered a series of numbers.
She hesitated for a moment, raised her hand, and touched the password lock. Then she lightly pressed the numbers one by one: 010005
She pressed the pound key, and the door to the room opened with a click.
Daisy Zane's eyelashes trembled fiercely.
She...
Daisy Zane stood at the entrance, looking at the door, her breath tightened. She didn't even hear the sound of the elevator door opening.
