The carriage swayed slowly.
Feng Fuce watched Bai Zhi’er, who had tucked herself into a corner, with his cold eyes and dark gaze.
The little one had her back to him, wishing she could curl up tighter.
From Feng Fuce’s angle, he could see her cute, plump little face.
The young man raised an eyebrow: "Are you angry?"
Bai Zhi’er’s soft voice, with a touch of ferocity, said, "Of course not! I’m not angry at all!"
After saying that, she shrank further into the corner.
She was like a little animal looking for a place to hide, so adorable.
A hint of amusent flashed in Feng Fuce’s ink-black eyes.
He reached out and touched Bai Zhi’er’s arm.
The little one imdiately shielded her arm.
She turned her head, glared at Feng Fuce with pretend anger: "What are you doing! I said I’m not angry!"
Feng Fuce’s tone was calm and composed, with a touch of gentleness: "Are you sure you don’t want to eat sothing? I think you must be hungry."
Bai Zhi’er instinctively touched her little belly.
Um... she was indeed hungry.
But she quickly reacted!
Her little face continued to look grumpy.
"Not hungry! Everyone outside is a bad guy, even the food they offer is bad! I’ll eat back at the palace, humph!"
Hearing this, Feng Fuce understood.
He crossed his arms, leisurely raising his eyebrows: "So you’re mad at and want to call a bad guy again?"
Bai Zhi’er puffed her cheeks, her big round eyes filled with playful annoyance.
The little one said nothing, expressing her discontent.
Feng Fuce was patient: "Go on, what did I do wrong?"
Bai Zhi’er turned her little head, huffed heavily: "You guess!"
Feng Fuce paused.
How could he possibly guess...
Feng Fuce pondered for a mont and said, "Is it because I went to the martial arts training ground to find you, and your classmates saw you mixed up with , and you feel bad about it?"
"If that’s the case, I’ll wait for you at the entrance next ti."
He said this with a calm and rational tone.
This made Bai Zhi’er even more upset!
Her big watery eyes widened, her little nose puffing with anger: "Brother Ce, you’re heartless!"
After saying that, she took off her little shoe and threw it at Feng Fuce with a "thud."
Feng Fuce slightly tilted his head and lifted his hand, effortlessly catching the little shoe.
He began to feel puzzled.
So it wasn’t that?
After speaking, Bai Zhi’er turned away angrily and again shrank into the corner.
She mumbled under her breath.
Feng Fuce couldn’t hear clearly, but he could guess she was probably cursing him.
He lowered his gaze, then lifted the curtain and instructed the Xiu Luo Envoy driving the carriage: "Turn, head to Luoyuan Street, Xijiang Yue Restaurant."
"Yes." The Xiu Luo Envoy obeyed, and the carriage imdiately changed direction.
Bai Zhi’er turned her little head, puffed up and said, "I don’t want to eat outside, why are you still taking there, you’re abducting a child!"
Feng Fuce let out a chuckle.
He crossed his arms, leisurely leaning back: "Since you won’t tell how I’ve upset you, I’ll have to take you to fill your stomach first."
"Once you’re full, you’ll naturally speak up."
Bai Zhi’er insisted in her soft voice, "I’m not going!"
Feng Fuce said lightly, "But Xijiang Yue has milk custard dumplings."
"Not interested!"
"Butterfly shrimp rolls?"
"Don’t like them!"
"Golden shredded pork."
Bai Zhi’er didn’t directly refuse this ti.
She pouted in thought.
Hmm... she hadn’t tried that dish before!
The little one turned her head, still looking like she was angry, but her tone was soft and seed a bit aggrieved.
"Is that dish delicious?"
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