With that, Fu Ze pushed the plate of pink and white peach blossom cakes from in front of him over to Qin Sitong.
Qin Sitong shot him a suspicious glance. 'He must be up to something, showing such unprompted kindness.'
"What, are you afraid I poisoned them?"
"No, I'll try one."
Qin Sitong carefully selected one and took a small bite. The sweet, chewy flavor instantly captivated her taste buds. Before she knew it, she had finished the entire cake.
"If you like them, have some more."
After he spoke, Fu Ze picked up his wine glass and took a large gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his downcast eyes concealed his expression, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"Thank you,"
Qin Sitong murmured. She had intended to stop after one, but in the end, she couldn't resist reaching for another.
Sheng Hao sat in a corner, taking in everything that was happening in the private room.
