Chloe Wilder was feeling down: "Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about.
But I've been hesitant about whether or not to tell you."
"Just say it, why not." Ivy Miller crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"Well, have you heard any rumors about your uncle recently?"
Ivy Miller laughed: "Oh, it's about that, I've heard. The women in the neighborhood gossip about it every day. I know."
"Wow, how are you so calm."
"How can I not be calm? Being anxious doesn't help in this matter."
"What I mean is, you should ask your uncle clearly about it.
What's going on exactly? Why was he taking a woman to his office during the day?
For half an hour, a lot could potentially happen, you know."
Hearing Chloe say this, Ivy couldn't help but laugh: "My uncle is competent; he can't finish anything in half an hour, I'm quite sure."
"Listen to you, woman, your mind is so dirty."
Ivy chuckled: "Fine, let it be dirty. But why did you, with a clean mind, get what I meant right away?"
