Zoe Yale puffed her cheeks, glaring angrily at him.
"Is this how you talk to your sister? You little thing!"
Just like her elder brother, she has a good-looking face, but no tact for dealing with people.
Serves him right to be confined.
"Do you know why Dad won't let you go out?" Zoe Yale carried the snacks, walked to the sofa, leisurely lifted her skirt hem, and sat down elegantly.
She reached out to take the water cup on the coffee table and took a sip.
Clicking her tongue, she said mysteriously.
"You escaped last time because you were clever, but it was also because Dad deliberately let you off the hook. But this time is different, Dad is determined to confine you tightly."
"Just because of that photo?" Chad Yakov turned around, his tall figure exuding coldness.
