Luo Zhan stood in front of Qi Haoran with a smile and cupped his hands. "Greetings, Prince Rong."
With Little Bear sitting on his neck, Qi Haoran raised his eyebrows. "You're Luo Zhan from Luodian?"
Luo Zhan bowed humbly. "It's me, Your Highness. I've reserved a table in the restaurant opposite. I wonder if you can give me the honor of going there." He glanced at Little Bear and smiled. "The Little Heir must be thirsty after shopping for so long, right?"
Qi Haoran pulled his son into his arms and asked, "Do you want to drink some water?"
Little Bear requested, "Fruit juice."
"Where can I find juice for you in the middle of winter?" Qi Haoran said, "I'll get someone to buy you soy milk. Choose between soy milk and water."
Little Bear shouted, "Soy milk!"
