Helian Beiming said, "I'm not eating this."
Little Snow Fox: "Squeak—"
I eat! The little snow fox flapped its four claws and drooled. Helian Beiming looked at the restless little fellow on his lap and reluctantly accepted the candied hawthorn.
"Squeak!" The little snow fox could not wait to pounce over. It hugged the candied hawthorn that was almost longer than its body and started chewing.
On the other side, Helian Beiming had already placed the portrait into the basket on the table. On the surface, these portraits looked the same, but for some reason, Yu Wan felt that the young man's portrait was exceptionally outstanding.
"Is there anything else?" Helian Beiming asked.
"No." Yu Wan retracted her gaze. "Then I'll take my leave first."
"Okay." Helian Beiming nodded indifferently.
