"Little Chu..." Ning Yiyuan started to act pitiful as soon as he entered. He extended his large palm which was slightly red. "Look, I'm already like this. Do you still want to be angry?"
Mo Chu looked sideways. It was indeed so!
Perhaps it was because he had been holding the spatula the whole time, the palm of Ning Yiyuan's palm was slightly red. Coupled with his pitiful large face, Mo Chu's expression could not help but soften.
Ning Yiyuan knew how to read people's expressions!
He knew that there was a way when he saw Little Chu's expression. He immediately struck while the iron was hot and obediently admitted his mistake. "If you don't like it, I definitely won't do that in the future..."
Following that, he even tentatively reached out his hand and grabbed Mo Chu's tender little hands. No matter how much she struggled, she could not break free. In the end, she simply let him be.
