"Ye Xiaowan, I don't want to eat fruit salad anymore!"
After school on Friday, the moment Little Bun saw Ye Wan, he scrunched up his face, "I'm even burping mango flavor, Ye Xiaowan…"
Ye Wan sighed.
If she had known that some tycoon from Imperial City was passionately placing bulk orders for employee benefits in the livestreaming room, would she have gone through all the trouble to visit the fruit wholesale market in person, or painstakingly researched 108 ways to eat fruit?
She felt wronged too, okay?
Internally rolling her eyes without an ounce of elegance, Ye Wan put on an agreeable facade, "Alright, alright, I promise, you won't see mangoes, strawberries, or cherries for the next two days, is that okay?"
Phew...
Little Bun breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, he snuck peeks at Ye Wan, "Ye Xiaowan, why are you so easy-going today?"
She didn't seem like Ye Xiaowan at all!
The next instant, Ye Wan put her hands on her hips and glared, "Ye! Meng! Meng!"
