For a long moment, Jiang Ruan couldn't utter a word.
After all, she was the one who spoke first; what else could she do?
Let's just end it all, family.
Not hearing anything, Bao Ye glanced up at her and saw her biting her nails.
Jiang Ruan looked at him expectantly, like a child who made a mistake, filled with grievance.
Bao Ye: "Why aren't you talking?"
Jiang Ruan: "..."
She pouted,
"I don't know what to say."
Bao Ye chuckled: "Out of arguments?"
Jiang Ruan nodded obediently: "Yeah, yeah."
Bao Ye withdrew his gaze: "No need to act all cute here."
"I'm not buying it."
He looked cold as ice.
Impenetrable.
Bao Ye held the chopsticks, about to pick them up, but a pair of slender, soft hands snatched them away.
"How could I let Mr. Bao do this, let me." Jiang Ruan said.
Bao Ye casually tugged at his collar and looked at her: "I'm not a child."
"I don't need to be fed."
