The little fox cub immediately rolled his eyes. At exactly the same moment, Rong Ye rolled his eyes too. The movements were perfectly synchronized.
Su Qinglan stared for a second before bursting into laughter. It was unbelievable. The little fox cub was practically a miniature Rong Ye.
The same expression, the same attitude. Even the same eye roll. The resemblance was almost frightening.
Meanwhile, the little fox cub continued staring longingly at the roasted lamb leg.
Rong Ye noticed immediately. A mischievous smile spread across his face. He picked up a piece of roasted lamb and carefully blew on it.
The little fox cub's eyes lit up. Finally, his father had regained some common sense. He immediately opened his mouth and waited expectantly.
However, Rong Ye completely ignored him. Instead, he turned around and fed the meat directly to Su Qinglan.
"Lanlan, eat."
