He snickered, his large hand deliberately messing up her lightly curled hair, "You never told me you didn't like red beans. How could I intentionally upset you?"
The woman's hands grabbed at his collar in a fit of desperation, "I don't have cake anymore, you owe me one."
He grabbed her hands, pulling her into his embrace, his handsome face showcasing a tough gentleness uniquely for her, "Weiwei, why don't you like red beans?"
"There aren't that many 'whys'. I just think red beans have a weird taste," she complained helplessly in her clear voice.
"Azhe!"
The elder An raised his voice mildly.
Mo Xiao realised his daydream, his fingers tightening, glancing at Jian Qing before moving his eyes away.
"Grandpa, I'll retreat back to my room first."
Having said that, without waiting for Elder An to speak, he stood up and walked out straight away.
The autumn butler recognised the look in Elder An's eye and left with him.
