When Xiaocao woke up, she found that she was tied to the bed and her hands and feet were handcuffed. Looking at the group of men in the room, Xiaocao, who had always been timid and weak, had no choice but to ask for help from the man sitting in the middle in order to save himself.
"What's your name?" The man's eyes were cold and his voice was frighteningly deep.
"Xiao, Xiaocao."
Later, the man told her: "Stop calling her Xiaocao, call her Huaer."
"What is the name of the flower?" The man thought seriously for a moment: "Let's just say gardenia."
"Why gardenia?"
"Because it suits you best and follows your husband's nature, let's call it Qiao Zhi."
