"Or... should I throw a tantrum?"
In the wind carrying the sweet and sour scent of candied hawthorns, Lin Nianhe's eyes twinkled with a hint of laughter, gaze unwaveringly on Su Yuncheng.
Without a second thought, Su Yuncheng immediately shook his head: "If Uncle Lin disagrees, it must be because I am still lacking in some area. I just need to work harder. You shouldn't quarrel with Uncle Lin and upset him."
Lin Nianhe's smile grew wider as she said, "But don't you think that if I made a fuss with him, this issue could be resolved very easily?"
"Indeed, it might be easier, but we should not resort to such methods."
Su Yuncheng pushed the bicycle over, gesturing for Lin Nianhe to sit on it.
Lin Nianhe sat on the bicycle with four strings of candied hawthorns, her gaze still fixed on Su Yuncheng's face, waiting for him to elaborate.
