Pretentious

All the way to the fruit supermarket, He Miaomiao was unhappy.

Wang Yan didn't even say a word of comfort. He picked up a sweet plum, peeled the skin and gave it to her.

The young lady had originally despised it, but in the end, she couldn't resist the fragrance of fresh fruits. With just one bite, she immediately beamed with joy.

"Watermelon is out of season. Wang Yan, I want to eat longan, grapefruit, and kiwi!"

Wang Yan couldn't help but laugh. "You really know how to eat. They're all fresh varieties that are in season."

"Of course!"

He Miaomiao smugly flicked her hair, and then she stuck to Wang Yan's side, looking at the fruit stall with eager eyes.

After buying the fruits, they reconciled.

"Wang Yan, when are you going to help me deal with Wang Zhong?"