Chi Yue pouted, "I've always been like this. Alright, when I was happy you called me little sweetheart, and now you find excuses to criticize me... Qiao Dongyang, I see right through you."
Qiao Dongyang stretched his arm out and pulled her into his embrace with a nudge.
"The mighty king has this temper, are you submitting, little sweetheart or not?"
Chi Yue hurriedly climbed out of his arms, "...Mom! Is it time for dinner?"
Qiao Dongyang: "? Here comes this tactic again—hmm, see how I'm going take care of you, you little demoness..."
He caught hold of her, and his lips pressed down, just as the voice of Yu Feng sounded from behind, "It is... dinner time."
Qiao Dongyang: "..."
...
Waiting for the court session, waiting for the final judgment, it felt longer than waiting for the birth of a child.
In the days following Grandma Qiao's departure, Chi Yue continued her semi-reclusive lifestyle, spending most of her time in her vegetable garden aside from going to the company.
