"That, that, Olivia wants—" She held onto the edge of the table, tiptoeing, while stretching out her chubby little hand to point at the Wang Hai Suan in Arthur's hand.
Olivia Yorke was dressed in a little shirt and a cupcake skirt, with her hair in a simple bun. Her oval face had big eyes with long, fluttering lashes, and her skin was as white as snow. She had inherited all the good features of her parents, and even at a young age, she was already quite a beauty.
Arthur looked calmly at the little hand stretched out in front of him, with Wang Hai Suan in his grasp, showing no intention of generously offering it.
The two little ones were at an impasse for a moment. Olivia's pink little mouth quivered, and her two lively big eyes quickly welled up with tears, ready to fall at any moment.
