Feng Fuce picked her up and placed her on his chair.
The Xiu Luo Envoy watched from the side, silently exchanging glances with his colleague, and lowered his head.
Bai Zhi'er swung her little feet, tasting the pastries she brought for Feng Fuce, sipping tea from his cup.
Her movements were fluid and natural.
Feng Fuce stood beside her, his slender fingers picking up a piece of pastry.
"Didn't you bring something to reward me? It doesn't count as hard work." He just held it in his hand and inspected it, without eating.
The young man's eyes were dark, seemingly uninterested in food.
Bai Zhi'er's voice was soft and sweet, she quickly said, "That's right! I had Sister Qingmei prepare it for you last night!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the little one.
"This time it wasn't saved from the gaps between your teeth?" He put down the pastry in his hand, "If that's the case, I'm not interested in eating it."
