The little one looked up eagerly at the persimmon tree.
She raised her little hand and cheered, "Sister A Ruo, hurry and knock down a persimmon for me to try!"
A Ruo picked up a stone from the ground, jumped up, and threw it upwards, but she never hit the target.
Feng Fuce frowned.
Does she want to eat that badly yet doesn't know to ask him for help?
Lu Wang couldn't stand it any longer.
He couldn't help but speak up, "Sir."
Feng Fuce didn't even look at him, coldly asking, "What's the matter?"
Lu Wang said, "If you really want to talk to the princess, don't make things hard for yourself. Acting cold and distant isn't very polite."
Feng Fuce glanced at him sideways, "You're overthinking it, who wants to talk to her?"
Lu Wang was stunned.
The young man bit his lip and muttered to himself, "She just left me and went with Fang Wushen, so why should I be angry?"
The surrounding Xiu Luo Envoys couldn't take it either, and they all lowered their heads.
