Ji Chengyan was stunned, his steps half in the door and half outside the door.

His cold eyes looked as hurt as a child's.

But soon, he put away this emotion and became the cold and indifferent Ji Chengyan again.

After walking through the door and sitting down opposite Lingjun, Ji Chengyan handed the small basket in his hand to Lingjun and smiled:

"Xiao An, look through it, there are the prunes you wanted to eat a few days ago."

The tone was like coaxing a ...