For some reason, an unprecedented flutter of unease suddenly stirred in her heart.
"You... give me one." The voice was timid, yet arrogant.
Ye Qianning turned her head to see Gao Qi standing before their table.
Seeing Ye Qianning look at him, Gao Qi lifted his chin haughtily. "My family's chef makes the best pastries."
"Then go home and eat them." Because of the issue with Prime Minister Gao, Ye Qianning had little desire to associate with Gao Qi.
"I just want to see if the pastries from Nianyunjian are as good as you all claim," Gao Qi said, his tone haughty.
"..."
'The only tough thing about him was his mouth.'
Gao Qi held out his small hand.
