Nan Jiaojiao took it over, "Have you eaten?"
"I have," he replied. "I tried some while I was cutting it in the kitchen just now; it's really sweet."
A twinge of discomfort stabbed at her heart; it was somewhat unsettling. These were tasks for the servants, yet here he was, a young master personally doing it, living a life far humbler compared to that of Bo Qingshan, the rich second generation.
"Sister Jiaojiao, what game are you playing?"
Nan Jiaojiao quickly finished the watermelon and grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands, then leaned back into the sofa, "A competitive game."
"The graphics look really nice. Can you teach me?"
Just as Nan Jiaojiao was about to speak, Ye Congzheng got dragged up by his ear.
"You dare to learn such trifles, I'll break your legs!"
It was Ye Congjie, the third child of the Ye Family.