"What is that?" The cold green eyes of Leng scanned the cat-girl holding the basket before resting on the basket itself, asking in a cold tone.
"This, this is..."
Seeing Ashe panic and stutter, Leng quickly stepped forward, not giving Ashe a chance to explain. He forcefully grabbed the basket, and upon lifting the cloth covering it...
Inside were small cakes, freshly baked and still steaming emitting a sweet enticing aroma. The scent alone would probably make any child drool.
Unfortunately, these little cakes were soon turned over by Leng, thrown on the ground and dirtied. The next second, he stepped on them, crushing them completely.
Watching the cakes she made with so much effort, under the careful guidance and patient company of 86, now being trampled underfoot by Leng like trash, Ashe didn't dare say anything. She lowered her head and trembled with fear.
