Did I again asked a Wrong Question?

Hearing tofu's question, Ming’s eyebrows furrowed. His hand holding the door knob loosened up and hanged down parallel to his body.

This was indeed a question that Ming didn't know how to answer.

Tofu was right. He was the one who told her that curiosity is something that is bound to be fulfilled. And today, he was the one who scolded her ruthlessly, making her cry.

Ming felt guilty on his behaviour.

He raised his head to look at tofu who was staring at him with her wide, innocent, and bright eyes blinking constantly waiting for his answer. At present, tofu was sitting on the couch and her legs were dangling in air. She was biting her nails nervously while her other hand was clutching the hem of her night dress and her legs which were tiny and soft were dangling to and fro.

Tofu thought she had again asked something that she was not suppo