"I was just about to remind you,"
Little Milk Bun pinched his cell phone, blinked his large eyes, and absolved himself of any connection with a single sentence.
Well, it seemed like Senior Brother Changan was also a bit slow-witted today.
Although Ye Changan had already encountered countless mishaps in life, he still didn't expect such a sudden predicament and choked on his drink, causing juice to slide down his cheek and wet his clothes.
Loose clothing revealed muscles that didn't quite match his fair and delicate face.
He set down his beverage, waving his hands emphatically.
His overly gentle features looked especially melancholic as he stared at the drink in his hand.
"Even the drink is bullying me, and later I still have to cook for that rascal. Right, right—Junior Sister, I was saying, that kid hasn't been playing on your sympathies again, has he?"
