"Why isn't anyone comforting me?" He Xinyou, annoyed and with tears still on her face, glared at the two of them after crying for so long without receiving any comfort.
"If you want to cry, we can't stop you," Shen Mosheng said indifferently, looking at her with disapproval, "Besides, your crying is very annoying."
He Xinyou: ...
Han Yingying tried to hold back her laughter: "Shen Mosheng, I'm hungry."
"I'll go buy something." Shen Mosheng got up and left immediately, without any sign of reluctance.
Soon, he was back with Han Yingying's favorite pastries.
Han Yingying enjoyed them peacefully.
Shen Mosheng watched over her with care.
Even when the two of them were just sitting quietly together, there was a subtle sweetness lingering between them.
In contrast, He Xinyou, no matter how hard she tried to get Shen Mosheng's attention, only received coldness.
This made her feel both angry and embarrassed, yet her competitive spirit grew even stronger.
