He's Not A Three-Year-Old Child

"Do you want some sweet potatoes?"

"No." Gong Mingye said faintly.

"How about coriander?"

"I don't like it."

"Ginger?"

"The flavour is too strong."

Gu Wan'an rolled her eyes. "You're already so old, but you're still so picky. I really don't know how you grew up."

Gong Mingye chuckled; "Do you want to get beaten up?"

Gu Wan'an stuck out her tongue and made a face.

He warned in a deep voice; "Really think I can't do anything about you, don't you?"

"Come if you have the ability. Do you think I'm afraid of you? People say that men who hit women are beasts. If you hit me, you're a beast. If you don't hit me, you're worse than a beast. Grand President Gong, are you choosing to be a beast, or a worse than a beast?" Gu Wan'an lightly blinked her eyes with a bad smile on her face.

Gong Mingye couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth twitched.