"Ah! Thank you!"
Motan was instantly flattered and panicked.
"Thank you for what! It's not for you!"
Yu Chen flicked Motan's forehead lightly and giggled, "I bought these when I went for a walk this morning. I heard they are good for the stomach."
Motan was initially dumbfounded, then quickly realized that the basket of fruits was meant for Black, who was suffering from seasickness. He quickly smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, sorry, my head's still a bit fuzzy from logging in. Here, let me carry it for you."
"You're not carrying it for me..."
Yu Chen sighed and patted Motan's arm, "These fruits are from you. You specifically bought them for Little Blake, remember?"
Motan immediately understood Yu Chen's hint and shook his head with a smile, "No way, can that little kid really hold a grudge? It's clearly your thoughtful gesture."
"It's not about grudges—it's about social niceties. If you feel embarrassed..."
