Cheng Guang looked at the retreating figure of Cheng Zhihai, then glanced at the delicate pastry box nearby, the faint fragrance wafting out was exactly what he had been fond of eating these past few days.
Although Cheng Zhihai was hardly ever home, busy with work, it seemed that his care for him hadn't diminished at all.
A warm feeling welled up in Cheng Guang's heart; then he turned to Qing Luan beside him, "Qing Luan, you eat some first."
"I'm not hungry yet."
After hearing this, Qing Luan pursed her red lips and hurriedly waved her hand, "Princely Heir, this is from the Family Head for you, it wouldn't be right for me to eat it…"
Cheng Guang picked up a piece of red bean cake from the pastry box and brought it to Qing Luan's lips with a smile, "What are you afraid of, you eat first."
Qing Luan could not resist Cheng Guang and took a small bite reluctantly.
The taste was sweet.
It must have been bought from the famous Nanxiang House in the Capital city.
