"How's it going?" Ye Shen asked anxiously.
Little Su Chaoyang stuck out her tongue at him. "Why should Baby tell you? When you buy milk tea, you only get me a medium."
PFFT...
Ye Shen pressed his temples, picked her up, and sat her on his lap, pleading in frustration, "Why are you holding a grudge, kiddo? If you want milk tea, Uncle will buy it for you every day from now on, okay? Now tell Uncle."
"HMM... You're trying to trick me. You can't drink milk tea every day, or you'll get all chubby. Baby won't fall for it."
Ye Shen was practically on his knees begging. "Tell me, what will it take for you to tell me? From now on, you'll be my little empress. Whatever you want to do, Uncle will spoil you, okay?"
Little Su Chaoyang blinked slyly and cooed, "You have to keep your word, okay?"
"When Uncle speaks, a word spoken is past recalling."
