Gu Zhihan showed no surprise at her response; he looked at Luo Mengmeng, who was busy eating, and asked with a look of disdain, "Is there anything in your brain other than eating?"
"There's you as well!" Mengmeng lifted her delicate, fair face from the sticky rice dumpling, and smiled at him with curved eyes.
Her smile was childish, innocent, and pure, capable of softening the heart of anyone who saw it.
Flustered by the flirtation, Gu Zhihan's handsome face turned red immediately.
Mom Gu couldn't help but giggle quietly, giving full marks to her skill in flirting with the young man.
"You little rascal!" Gu Zhihan struggled for words and finally managed to utter one.
Mengmeng couldn't help but wonder, "Is there such a phrase as 'little rascal'? Isn't it usually 'old rascal'?"
"When you're old, you'll be an old rascal," Gu Zhihan said through gritted teeth, pausing after each word.
"..."
Luo Mengmeng pursed her lips.
Even if she was to be improper, it would only be with him!
