Because she really didn't know how to respond.
What do you mean, "how does she see it."
Rong Yanqiao was a bit uncertain about what she should say.
So she spoke, "I really don't know what to do."
Wenming's heart was filled with joy, and even her speaking speed increased, "Qiaoqiao, why don't you just do as I say."
Her eyes were a bit urgent at this moment.
Rong Yanqiao only found it amusing; of course, she knew what Wenming was anxious about.
Considering the time, Rong Qingze had been gone for quite a while.
Wenming had come in again by improper means at this time.
She was naturally afraid, afraid that she was delaying too long here.
If, by chance, Rong Qingze returned, what then?
So, Rong Yanqiao deliberately started stalling for time.
"But, I think it's not very good to do it this way."
Wenming's patience was wearing thin, and her tone wasn't as nice as at the beginning, "What's wrong with it?"
