"Miss Qiao, are you humming something?" Tong Sanlang tilted his head slightly, a barely detectable apology in his eyes.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled her eyes, "It's my grandma and Uncle Five who are wrong, meddling with Head Minister's affairs."
At her words, Tong Sanlang lowered his gaze, his long eyelashes veiling his feelings.
Qiao Xiaomai was not blaming him, and that was all that mattered.
"Um ... I've answered your question." He then looked up again, presenting a little rabbit made out of Foxtail Grass to Qiao Xiaomai, "For you."
Qiao Xiaomai stared at the adorable bunny in front of her, lips twitching slightly.
Did Tong Sanlang really think she was a naive village girl that he could easily beguile?
"It's for Dami." Seeing her not taking it, Tong Sanlang corrected himself, "He should like it."
At that, Qiao Xiaomai sneered, indeed Dami loved spending time with Tong Sanlang.
With that thought, she took hold of the bunny and then tossed it into her basket.
