Wen Qiao couldn't hear their conversation anymore as they had moved away from the snack area.
Her legs dangled joyfully from the cart as she looked at Fu Jinghen, "Uncle Fu, what are your thoughts?"
Fu Jinghen didn't answer her question and picked up two brands of yogurt for Wen Qiao to choose from, "Which one would you like?"
"The one on the left."
Fu Jinghen placed the yogurt at the far end to keep it from chilling Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao grabbed his arm, "Why so silent, how does it feel to be looked down upon by a young boy?"
Fu Jinghen scoffed, "Just a little brat."
Wen Qiao smiled, "I actually think he was quite interesting."
"Can interesting fill your stomach?" Fu Jinghen glanced at her, "Can interesting buy you a rare leather handbag that only comes out once a year?"
Wen Qiao: "..."
Why resort to showcasing financial power every time we disagree?
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