Lu Yuan looked at the candied hawthorn in front of him, his temple throbbed, and something flashed across his heart, though his face betrayed nothing.
He said disdainfully, "I told you, I'm not a child."
Miao King: "You are my grandson!"
It sounded like an insult, but it also happened to be true.
Lu Yuan let out a cold snort.
Miao King glared at him and said, "Don't just stand there! What, you expect me to feed you? You're an adult now—fine, let me feed you!"
Lu Yuan didn't expect the old man to act so swiftly, grabbing the candied hawthorn and shoving it toward his mouth.
The infamous Great Traitor Lu Yuan, publicly force-fed candied hawthorn—if word got out, his reputation would be ruined!
Lu Yuan, with a cold expression, took the candied hawthorn.
Miao King, hands on his hips, raised a brow and said, "Now that's what I'm talking about!"
Lu Yuan didn't want to engage with him anymore, his face darkened as he walked toward his own carriage.