In the little one's gaze filled with anticipation, and Feng Fuce's eyes full of cold threats.
Lu Wang put the preserved fruit into his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed it.
He couldn't quite discern the taste.
Yet he still nodded expressionlessly: "Delicious."
Bai Zhi'er immediately laughed heartily, like a delicate little flower swaying.
"The banquet is about to start, let's go back!"
Then, the little one reached out his hand: "Brother Fu Ce, carry me back, it's too far to walk from here!"
Who made the Imperial Mansion so big?
Feng Fuce raised his black feather-like eyebrows: "Can't walk by yourself, must be carried? If so, why did you run over here to join in the fun just now."
Despite saying that, he bent down at the first moment and took the little one into his arms.
"I heard someone took a little wooden figure and pasted Brother Fu Ce's name on it, so I came over immediately to have a look!"
"Hmph, no one but me can bully Brother Fu Ce!"
