As soon as Xia Yinian returned to Jing Garden, she stuck tightly to Shen Qing, as if worried about something.
Gu Beicheng sat on the sofa, his expression had returned to normal.
But watching the little girl pacing back and forth in front of him, he still felt quite tortured.
"Beicheng, these grapes are nice." Xia Yinian brought over a plate of grapes and casually shoved one into the man's mouth.
"How is it?" She asked with a smiling pout.
Gu Beicheng looked levelly at her, suddenly smirked and reached out to pull her.
"Wait, wait, what are you doing?"
Afraid that what she was holding would fall to the ground, Xia Yinian immediately placed the fruit plate on the table.
She didn't want to be pulled down by him, but it was impossible. This guy was just that domineering; he was always so swift and decisive, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop what he wanted to do.
Xia Yinian leaned to sit beside him, at least avoiding the situation of sitting on his lap.
