Hearing her soft voice, Diwu Zexuan's arm tightened unconsciously, and his gaze softened as well, exuding an obvious indulgence and affection.
His large hand gently rubbed her little head.
"It's my fault. What do you want to eat? Take your time, we're not in a rush."
"I want porridge." Rui Hui pouted, knowing full well there was none, yet she insisted on making things difficult for Diwu Zexuan.
"I'll go to the kitchen right now and have them make a bowl for you." Upon hearing Rui Hui's words, Duke finally found an opportunity to step in, quickly speaking before Diwu Zexuan could, and turned to head to the kitchen.
"Senior!" Rui Hui suddenly called out, a bit anxious, and stood up from Diwu Zexuan's embrace.
"Thank you for taking care of me today. Let Diwu Zexuan handle these things instead."
"..."
Upon hearing this, both men were stunned.
Duke stood frozen in place, looking at Rui Hui as a hint of hurt flashed through his eyes.
