The next morning, Ye Sang woke up in Mu Chen's study.
Because Mu Chen said he'll give her another egg today, the little thing climbed up early in the morning.
"Uncle," a soft and milky voice sounded. Mu Chen sat by the dining table and his lips twitched at the extremely familiar voice, and the bad feeling in his heart grew even stronger.
The little thing wore a snow white Ru skirt and dashed over like a little cannonball. She looked up with her clear eyes and her voice was crisp, "Eggie, eggie!"
"..." Mu Chen never thought that she'd still remember the egg.
He wanted to curse.
The man expressionlessly took an egg from the table and gave it to her.
Mu Chen looked up slightly at Ye Sang coldly, holding an egg in his hand while clenching his teeth, "Happy now?"
Ye Sang pouted at his scary face and nodded with a whisper, "Y-yes."
"But...." She dragged her voice on and the way she hesitated made Mu Chen become impatient.