Qian Zhuye walked out, glancing back every few steps.
"What do you want to say?" Gao Qi asked.
Ye Qianning turned and stared at him. Startled, Gao Qi immediately took two steps back.
"…"
Gao Qi was only a little taller than Ye Qianning.
At six, she was the size of a four-year-old, while Gao Qi, at eleven or twelve, looked more like he was seven or eight. The two of them standing together made for a confusing sight.
Though Gao Qi was scared, his little face was full of defiance. "I told you not to get so close to the Eighth Prince. Why didn't you listen? You even fed him pastries with your own hands. That's a complete breach of etiquette."
"If you're so afraid of me, why are you following me?" Ye Qianning asked.
"Who… Who's afraid of you?"
Ye Qianning stared at him with wide eyes, saying nothing. She suddenly raised her hand.
Gao Qi flinched instinctively.
"See? And you said you weren't scared."
"I'm not." Though somewhat embarrassed, Gao Qi refused to back down.
