"But, but, well, but the leader is the leader—"
The silly child was indeed silly, unable to think straight. He clenched his teeth, and with a knuckle, tapped her shiny forehead: "A silly girl like you, how could you ever flatter the leader? Anyone could tell you've never been good at buttering people up."
Flatter the leader? Grandma just taught her about that. Shen Jiayin thought she needed to find some time to buy fabric and make him some leg guards. Because he sounded quite angry, probably displeased with her inability to flatter him. Perhaps with other leaders, she would never think of flattering them. But he was different. She genuinely wanted to please him.
Seeing her stay silent for a long time, he wondered if she understood his underlying meaning. He felt quite uneasy, not knowing how to explain to this pure, silly girl. He grabbed her injured hand and rolled up her sleeve.
"No, no problem." She retracted her arm.
