The dishes were set, but Mu Beiting still hadn't reacted! Ye Anxin turned around, looked at him, and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Aren't you hungry? Hurry up and eat! It's already almost cold!"
Mu Beiting reached out, his large hand gently caressing her fair little face, the calloused pads of his fingers lightly rubbing her tender skin. His thin lips parted as he spoke in a low voice, "You're not angry anymore?"
Ye Anxin pouted and said coquettishly, "So Uncle could tell I was angry this morning! I thought you didn't know! Humph! You had no idea at all."
Mu Beiting unhurriedly asked, "Why?"
Ye Anxin's mouth twitched!
Could it be that her anger was all for nothing! She was fuming, and Uncle didn't even know why!
Sigh!
