"What else have you done for me that I don't know about?" Xia Yiwan asked in a low voice, her face pressed against his chest.
It was through grandma and the film that she slowly got to know this man.
He was modest and restrained, silently doing many things for her, never speaking about them.
If she hadn't returned to his side, wouldn't she feel guilty and regretful for the rest of her life when she found out?
"Why are you asking so many questions? Just focus on your acting and don't let me lose money." Si Mo caressed her hair, a hint of laughter in his voice.
His little girl was finally starting to notice him.
On hearing this, Xia Yiwan couldn't help but laugh: "Didn't you consider the risk of losing money before investing?"
"No." Si Mo said decisively.
"What if you do incur a loss?" Xia Yiwan looked up at him.
Lowering his gaze, Si Mo stared at her and said, one word at a time, "If there's a loss, you'll repay it with your body."
