Ye Siming raised his eyebrows. "What was hard?"
Gu Nuo'er's sweet voice sounded. "It's been hard on you to not get angry even though you've been bullied by little meow!"
Her voice was like a sugar cake dipped in icing sugar, making one like her.
Ye Siming pursed his thin lips and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.
The little thing still had a conscience.
Immediately after, the child said in her soft voice again, "Actually, I originally wanted you to sniff around and see if you can find little meow's location.
"Isn't Elder Brother Siming's nose very good? You could even smell the direction of the dining hall last time…"
Ye Siming was stunned for a moment before gritting his teeth. "Gu Nuo'er, are you treating me like a dog again?"
The child denied it. "I didn't, no, don't talk nonsense! I didn't think that!"
