"You didn't answer me."
Bella Woods couldn't get an accurate number and felt a bit anxious.
After all, she couldn't stay out for too long; she still had to go back and shake down her parents… Oh, I mean, get compensation for her grievances.
She calculated that besides the money for studying abroad, everything else could go to the handsome male prostitute.
"Rejected." Ashton Marshall didn't give a number; he gave an answer.
"Why?" Bella Woods blurted out, grabbing Ashton Marshall's collar.
It wasn't an astronomical number; it was a rejection.
Very disappointing, huh.
"You're too young, can't handle much, cry easily, and need to be coaxed..." Ashton Marshall wrinkled his nose reluctantly: "Troublesome."
"Coaxing a kid for a year is better than coaxing an eccentric older sister." Bella Woods mumbled discontentedly, poking Ashton's chest with her finger, "Think about it again?"
"No."
Raise a kid.
For just one year.
Tsk.
