"Chen— Chen Chen?"
Qiao Chen was so shocked that she was tongue-tied, and she felt particularly self-conscious about the eyes of the Fu family on her, especially Madam Fu, who blatantly looked distastefully at her.
Squeezing out a smile that was uglier than a crying face, Qiao Chen gently coaxed. "Don't you like the bunny? It's alright, I can also cut a kitten and a dog. Let me cut you a new one, which one do you prefer?"
"Do I look three years old?"
Ye Qichen glanced at her with only impatience on his young face. Although he wasn't three years old, he was obviously five years old!
While struggling in the river that day, he had also seen her. This woman had stood on the bridge watching him coldly, pointing at him. But now, she was here trying to please him.
