Zhao Yan felt a sour ache in his teeth, wondering what kind of scoundrel had cast a spell on her. Just the thought of it made him irritated. There was a seven-year age gap between him and Zhao Yun, and in his eyes, she was still a little girl—yet in the blink of an eye, she was about to be stolen away by some unknown rascal.
Right now, his teeth were itching for a fight.
"Little Sister, what are you thinking about?" Zhao Yan strode over, found a suitable seat, and pointed straight at the pastries on the table. "Is it because of these? Or the person who sent them?"
Chapter 515