Ye Qilan watched as Xiao Ji and Su Hongxing were "getting along like a house on fire," even Little Pudding was siding with Xiao Ji and helping him polish his shoes. Ye Qilan felt utterly displeased, put down his bowl and chopsticks: "I'm not eating!"
Everyone's gaze froze on Ye Qilan's face, not knowing what had gotten into him.
Even after Ye Qilan got up and walked away, Su Hongxing was still baffled.
"Little Pudding, your dad didn't eat breakfast. Go check on him," Su Hongxing said, then stood up. "Forget it. You keep eating, I'll go have a look."
Little Pudding couldn't be happier, burying his head and eating with enthusiasm.
Su Hongxing chased after him, Xiao Ji's gaze followed her movements, his eyes gradually losing their sparkle. He could see that, in Su Hongxing's heart, that man was clearly more important. But it didn't matter – since he had come, he'd take the upper hand sooner or later.
