Fried Milk was one of Su Yinhe's favorite desserts; it tasted great, was easy to make, and was delicious to eat.
Humans are creatures of change.
Just moments ago, he was full of complaints, but now, as he continued to eat, he grew to like it.
However, as tasty as it was, Lin Murong didn't forget what was important.
After finishing and cleaning up, he went to find Su Yinhe and Chi Yan and strongly expressed his feelings of being neglected.
"Am I someone with such a low presence? Why did you forget me? Why! You can't forget me! Did you hear me?" Lin Murong glared at Su Yinhe.
Su Yinhe looked at him, always with a sense of illusion. She felt that if she dared to say he was someone with a low presence, he would immediately show her what a high presence was like.
She could only nod weakly.
