Xiao Juan looked at her expressionlessly. "Are you plotting to frame me?"
Yu Niaoniao wagged her index finger.
"No, no, no. It's called fishing, to be precise."
Xiao Juan narrowed his eyes. This word was interesting.
Yu Niaoniao said smugly.
"Your Highness, your vigilance is still too low. You were so easily corroded by someone else's sugar-coated bullets. Fortunately, it was me this time, not anyone else. Otherwise, you would definitely be unlucky."
Xiao Juan thought that if it were someone else who fed him, he would not accept it either.
Granny Xiu Yan came over to remind them that it was getting late. If they didn't leave soon, they would miss the appointed time.
Xiao Juan walked out.
Yu Niaoniao quickly chased after him with the paper bag.
When getting into the carriage, Xiao Juan looked at the big paper bag in Yu Niaoniao's arms.
