'Was he storming off just because he saw Zhang Hu?'
Ming Lingyi: "You were already here. Why did you turn around and leave?"
She didn't answer Li Yan's previous question.
Li Yan took another bite of the honey-roasted sweet potato. The rich, sweet aroma enveloped him, and he gradually calmed down. Thinking back to his childish behavior just now, Li Yan couldn't help but feel his face flush.
'How mortifying!'
He avoided Ming Lingyi's gaze, but he was terrible at lying.
Stammering and halting, Li Yan still answered honestly—
"Hmph. I... I was just... a little upset."
If Li Yan had made up some other excuse, Ming Lingyi might not have gotten angry at all.
She had already discovered that although the Little Bun was so small, he had an incredibly strong sense of pride. He was reserved and afraid of losing face, yet he was also tentatively trying to get closer to her.
