Feng Fuce picked her up and placed her on his chair.
The Xiu Luo Envoy watched from the side, silently exchanging glances with his colleague, and lowered his head.
Bai Zhi’er swung her little feet, tasting the pastries she brought for Feng Fuce, sipping tea from his cup.
Her movements were fluid and natural.
Feng Fuce stood beside her, his slender fingers picking up a piece of pastry.
"Didn’t you bring something to reward me? It doesn’t count as hard work." He just held it in his hand and inspected it, without eating.
The young man’s eyes were dark, seemingly uninterested in food.
Bai Zhi’er’s voice was soft and sweet, she quickly said, "That’s right! I had Sister Qingmei prepare it for you last night!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the little one.
"This time it wasn’t saved from the gaps between your teeth?" He put down the pastry in his hand, "If that’s the case, I’m not interested in eating it."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big, dark eyes in confusion, looking at him.
"Brother Ce, this is specially prepared for you, why would you still want what I saved from the gaps in my teeth!"
Feng Fuce chuckled lowly, bending down to look at the little ball like a bundle of white cotton.
His tone was cool, with a hint of teasing, "Not snatching yours, it just doesn’t taste as good."
Feng Fuce just wanted to tease her.
But Bai Zhi’er puffed her pink cheeks in anger, "So annoying!"
She held out the pastry she had already bitten half of.
"Here, you can have it!"
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He slightly tilted his head and effortlessly ate it.
Feng Fuce wiped away the crumbs from his lips with his thumb.
He seriously tasted it a couple of times, nodding in true appreciation, "This time the taste is much better."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big, sparkling eyes at him.
The little one thought to herself silently—
Brother Ce has such a strange eating habit! Actually likes to eat the half left by others.
Feng Fuce reached out and skillfully pulled out a handkerchief from Bai Zhi’er’s sleeve.
He held the little one’s chubby hand and wiped the crumbs from her fingertips.
Casually leaning against the table, he asked in a cool voice, "I’ve also independently sent people to investigate the archery range incident you went to."
"Wei Zian also bribed a servant, intending for the servant to interfere at the crucial moment, preventing the Third Young Master from hitting the target."
Bai Zhi’er obediently let her little hand be held, seemingly accustomed to being cared for.
She blinked her big eyes, surprised in her soft voice, "Is that all? Hmph, that’s really silly, I thought there was some harmful plot!"
Hearing this nickname, Feng Fuce frowned in dissatisfaction.
It was too intimate, Wei Zian didn’t deserve it.
Feng Fuce asked coolly, "Do you want me to send someone to break Wei Zian’s leg?"
Bai Zhi’er immediately shook her head.
"No way! He has caused a life loss, I want to seek justice for those people!"
Feng Fuce seemed to have heard something interesting.
His hand was done wiping, yet he still held the little one’s soft fingertips.
"Seek justice? Even if Yang Liang had also thought of harming someone, you still want to help him?"
Bai Zhi’er’s small face was serious, her voice softly explained, "He wanted to harm others because he was cornered, he made his mistake, but what I want to do is punish those who make mistakes and don’t face the consequences!"
After speaking, the little one voluntarily pulled away her hand and jumped off the chair.
Feng Fuce looked at the empty palm, pressed his thin lips slightly in displeasure.
The little one walked ahead, curiously asking, "Brother Ce, what about the little brother who liked to crawl on the ground last time? Is he all better now?"