Ye Liangyan finished peeling the apple and, upon lifting her gaze, met the man's eyes.
His expression was calm as usual, with a gentle smile that made his handsome, clean-cut features even more refined, like a painting.
Ye Liangyan felt somewhat inexplicable and reached out to hand him the apple.
Jiang Yutang didn't reach out to take it but glanced at the apple and said, "Shouldn't it be cut?"
"What?"
"Aren't apples supposed to be cut into pieces and then skewered with toothpicks?"
"…" Ye Liangyan, hearing his matter-of-fact tone, couldn't help feeling a bit angry.
Was this young master so accustomed to being waited on that he really treated her like a housemaid at his beck and call?
With a slightly cold face, she suddenly stuffed the apple into his palm, "Eat it or not!"
Jiang Yutang was taken aback.
However, he soon laughed for no apparent reason.
He'd thought her cool, calm face would show no emotion—was she now showing him a little temper?
