The sound of light footsteps echoed through the hallway, followed by the click of a key turning the lock, breaking the silence inside the room.
Amelia Willow hummed a tune as she walked in, her high heels clacking on the floor.
At that moment, the clock on the wall pointed to eight-thirty in the evening.
Amelia had a delicate makeup on her face, a form-fitting blue dress, and a brand-new branded bag slung over her shoulder, brimming with youthful charm.
She walked over to Adam Willow and affectionately grabbed his arm, pouting,
"Bro, you're back. I'm out of pocket money. Can you give me another 2000?"
Adam was interrupted by his sister's sudden request.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting his sister's, his brows furrowing tightly.
In recent months, Adam had noticed changes in his sister.
The once plain-faced, simply dressed schoolgirl now paid more attention to her appearance, with a maturity in her gestures.
"Why are you dressed like this?"
