The Dazzling Millionaire

The spring in City S has been quite warm. Xia Zhihuai bought a basket of fruits and, while passing by a flower shop, he took Wanwan inside to pick a bouquet of flowers.

Wanwan held onto the flowers tightly, leaving Xia Zhihuai no choice but to follow closely behind her, reminding her to walk carefully.

“Brother, you’re really so naggy,” Wanwan said.

Her ears almost calloused from listening. Xia Zhihuai seemed to be muttering incessantly like an old monk reciting scriptures.

Xia Zhihuai was so frustrated that he wanted to pinch her little ear, but when he looked at Wanwan’s upturned face, which was incredibly cute, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He sighed and ruffled her messy hair, gritting his teeth. “Just ask your tiny bit of conscience, who am I doing all this for?”

Wanwan stuck out her tongue and giggled. “Hehe, Brother is the best.”

“Humph, you change your tune faster than flipping a book. Flattery won’t work now.”