Ji Yebai remained poker-faced, innocence written all over his face.
Ning Xixi hurried to grab Song Zhiyang, "Hey, Brother, what are you doing? Dabai didn't bully me!"
Song Zhiyang squinted, half-doubtful.
"If you bully him again, I... I'll cry for you to see!" Ning Xixi had no choice but to resort to such childish threats.
Unexpectedly, Song Zhiyang, hearing the word "cry," immediately put away his knife and stuffed the apple he had just sliced into Ning Xixi's hands, "Sister, eat some fruit."
The two sat down on the sofa. Ning Xixi took a few bites of the apple but couldn't eat anymore. Ji Yebai, acting as if no one else was present, took over and continued eating for her.
Seeing Ning Xixi's mood so low, Grandfather Song could no longer contain himself.
"Sweetheart, what happened?"
"Umm... nothing, Grandpa, I'm just a bit tired today..." Ning Xixi forced a smile.
