Summer Ford walked ahead, her steps very leisurely.
The garden was paved with many colorful stones of various shapes. As she walked, she kept stepping on her tiptoes, intertwining as she moved, with a seemingly joyful expression.
"Did you dig up treasure from Grandpa or receive a red envelope? So happy!" Ethan Laurent glanced at her, teasing lightly.
"Yes, got a lot!" Summer Ford stopped in her tracks, surprisingly not refuting.
"Really?" Ethan Laurent's eye twitched slightly.
Clearly not believing her words, he grasped her waist with his arms and effortlessly picked her up.
Without caring that they were still in the garden, he directed her arms to wrap around his neck, holding her in that pose as he continued towards their villa.
"How much did you get? Laugh like this every day, and I'll reward you daily without fail!" He said coldly, his manner arrogant.
Summer Ford's smile faded, and her expression stiffened, "Are you treating this like a brothel?"
