Ye Jiuliang looked at Mingchong and thanked him.

Then, she opened the box and used a bamboo skewer to pick up a small green fruit and pop it directly into her mouth.

Sour and sweet, very crisp.

"Do you want to try?" Ye Jiuliang looked up at Li Mochan and asked him out of habit, accustomed to sharing whenever she had something tasty.

Seeing her eat with gusto, Li Mochan nodded, and Ye Jiuliang held the bamboo skewer, extending the small fruit to his lips.

Li Mochan bit into it, his ink-like eyebrows slightly furrowing.

"Is it good?" she asked.

Li Mochan swallowed with difficulty, "Sour."

Ye Jiuliang smiled and ate another one.

Beside her, Mingchong watched, feeling a twinge of jealousy toward Li Mochan.

When would the girl treat him more warmly?

"Feng Yi, do you want some?" Ye Jiuliang asked.

Looking at the green fruits in the box, Feng Yi quickly shook his head, "No, no, I can’t handle sour."

"Little girl, why don’t you ask me if I want any?" Mingchong couldn’t help but say, his voice tinged with a hint of lament.

After all, it was his money that had been spent, plus not long ago she had kicked a pebble that hit him, so Ye Jiuliang passed the box of green plum fruits to him.

"Would you like some?"

Unexpectedly, she really asked him, and Mingchong, trying to suppress his excitement and joy, grabbed the bamboo skewer and was just about to reach for a fruit when he suddenly remembered the teeth that had been aching faintly these past few days.

If he bit into this fruit, he would probably have a toothache again tonight.

But it was the first time the little girl offered him something to eat; would he leave a bad impression if he refused?

Forget it, when compared to the little girl, a toothache is nothing.

After a moment of inner struggle, Mingchong still took a fruit.

"Crunch," both sour and painful.

In an instant, his eyes shimmered with tears, feeling his gums flare up again.

Ye Jiuliang struggled to hold back her laughter—was it really that sour?

Was he actually crying from the sourness?

This President Ming seemed to have a bit of a comical potential.

"President Ming, what’s happening to you?" Feng Yi barely concealed his laughter as he asked with concern.

Was it really that sour? It made him tear up.

In the face of their questioning glances, Mingchong fought back the tears and awkwardly waved his hand, "Nothing."

He was fine, no problem at all, very strong.

His reaction too amusing, Ye Jiuliang extended the box of green plum fruits toward him again, "Do you want to try again?"

The green fruits made his head spin.

Mingchong, "..."

He was not fine, there was a problem, he was not strong at all.

His teeth hurt, damned painful.

"Would you like some more? Don’t be shy," Ye Jiuliang said, suppressing a smile as she watched his expression change again and again.

Stepping back, Mingchong endured the toothache and said, "Thank you, no more for me, I’m going to the bathroom, you guys have fun."

With that, he turned and walked away, but after a few steps, he raised his hand to cover his left cheek, his refined expression slightly twisted.

Someone bring him a painkiller for his toothache.

His teeth...

"This President Ming is quite amusing," Ye Jiuliang said, unable to repress her mirth.

Feng Yi said, "President Ming is witty and humorous; he has a good reputation in the business world, and I’ve worked with him a few times. He’s an interesting man."

"You know him?" Li Mochan looked at Ye Jiuliang and helped her adjust her hat brim.

Ye Jiuliang made a sound of affirmation and cleared her throat lightly, "This morning, I was kicking pebbles as I walked, and accidentally kicked one onto his head."

Li Mochan sighed resignedly and flicked her forehead, "You and your antics."

"Let’s not talk about this, let’s go check that out," Ye Jiuliang said, curious about the stall over there that was drawing a crowd, and started walking towards it.