Gucheng had no choice but to put one in his mouth.
It was incredibly sweet and sticky.
Xiachu came back with a large handful of candied yams, Jiang Ning took one and handed one to Gucheng.
Gucheng felt a bit embarrassed: "What kind of grown man eats these?"
"You're just a little brat, acting like an adult."
In Jiang Ning's eyes, Gucheng was just an inexperienced child. He was raised by Jiang Mubai since he was young, and probably didn't have any other forms of entertainment apart from martial arts training.
Jiang Mubai, the martial artist, was gentle to his family, like an old orangutan, but extremely cold and strict towards others and his subordinates.
He raised so many orphans to become assassins for his own use.
In his eyes, these young boys and girls were most likely tools, not real humans.
Jiang Ning couldn't change Gucheng's nature for the moment, but her care warmed the cold numb heart of the young man little by little.