Lin Huahua looked at him and gave a small humph through her nose, even though inside she was already feeling much better from the praise.
"So you doubted me," she said, trying to sound calm and superior.
Feng Yiren looked shameless as always. "I did."
"And now you know you were wrong."
"I do."
Lin Huahua immediately lifted her chin a little higher. "Good."
The fox was still staring at the meat like he wanted to eat the whole pile in one bite, and just as his hand began reaching for more, Mu Qingyi smacked the back of it away without even lifting his calm gaze.
Feng Yiren clicked his tongue and glared. "What was that for?"
Mu Qingyi said in his usual gentle tone, "Huahua has not eaten properly yet."
That one sentence made Feng Yiren pause.
Then the fox looked at Lin Huahua.
Then at the meat.
Then back at Lin Huahua.
