Zhi'er hummed contentedly, "I told you so!"
She grabbed some chopsticks and placed them in Feng Fuce's hand.
"Brother Fuce, even though you're not an adult, you have to eat well, or you might not grow tall!"
Feng Fuce held the chopsticks, his cold eyebrows furrowing.
Let him eat by himself?
The food lost its appeal instantly.
He was about to come up with an excuse to have Zhi'er feed him one more bite.
But who knew, the little one had already turned around to return to her seat.
However, as she suddenly turned, she didn't expect someone to pass by!
The sauce from the spoon in her hand instantly smeared onto the person.
"My clothes!" The person was a rough-looking wealthy merchant, glaring at the conspicuous stain on his sleeve and then at Zhi'er.
The little one knew she had done something wrong.
She put down the spoon and blinked her innocent eyes, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't see you. I'll compensate you for the clothes!"
