"What's the difference between me giving and him giving? Why are you being so nitpicky?" Xiao Chengjun coldly glared at Yingbao.
Yingbao knitted her brows.
Well, there really wasn't any difference. But it just rubbed her the wrong way.
And every time she thought about the content of these stories, she felt a growing distaste for Xiao Chengjun that she couldn't quite articulate.
But despite her distaste, she wasn't foolish enough to provoke him.
Yingbao: "I just wanted to ask about old Mr. Li, why are you getting mad?"
Since Doctor Li and his grandson hadn't returned with them, it was only natural she would ask. Then, when they returned, she would have an answer for the family.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chengjun's expression stiffened and he gradually reined his anger in: "You could've asked me the same question".
Yingbao, seeing him order a cup of wine but not responding to her question after waiting for a while, reminded him impatiently: "Well, aren't you going to answer?"