Ye Qingxian was growing exasperated.
Wu Tian, holding the little one, clearly didn't want to waste words with her.
"How about I treat you two, father and daughter, to a nice drink?" Ye Qingxian proposed, biting her lip gently.
"You're treating us?" Wu Tian paused, clearly not intending to accept.
The little one, however, had other ideas. She exclaimed, "Treating us to a drink is fine, but it has to be something unique. If it's not delicious, I'm not going."
"..." Ye Qingxian felt her frustration return. How could a child be so picky?
"Let's go. The drinks are definitely something you've never had before," Ye Qingxian said, having thought of a place.
She led Wu Tian and his daughter toward their destination. Wu Tian had no idea what Ye Qingxian was thinking; he felt as though he could never understand the minds of women.
