"Where is the Heir's mind? I was simply helping Yanran practice her calligraphy first," Shen Feiwan replied, looking straight at him with a soft gleam in her eyes, without a moment of hesitation. "Will the Heir be having dinner tonight?"
A sharp, restrained flash passed through Xiao Ling's eyes.
Abruptly, the corners of his lips curved upward. "Earlier, I didn't eat a thing."
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