Wen Ran looked at his nervous appearance and laughed, "I get it, I get it. So, this afternoon in the cornfield, you were stammering because of this?"
"Yeah," Xiao Chenye scratched his head, "that's the thing."
"Alright," Wen Ran wasn't really that angry to begin with, and now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, she felt relieved and smiled more, "If you must apologize for this, then I forgive you."
"Really?"
Xiao Chenye's eyes lit up, "You're not mad at me anymore?"
About this, Wen Ran felt she needed to make a sly remark, "I wasn't mad at you in the first place, okay!"
"Yeah, yeah, not mad, not mad!"
Mom said, as long as things are right, a bit of gossip isn't a big deal.
He took a hard little box out of his pocket and shoved it into Wen Ran's hand, "Take it, this is a thank-you gift from my niece.
The milk powder, I can't repay right away, but when I get some, I'll give it to you."
