Stop struggling, stop resisting...
Gu Qianqian, for once, sat there quietly. It wasn't until she clearly felt his fingers leave her face that she suddenly asked him, "Did you know all along that someone tampered with the bunny-shaped buns I made?"
"More or less."
The answer was vague, but it fit Lu Zhanbei's style perfectly. Gu Qianqian didn't press him for a definitive reply and just continued to ask, "Then why didn't you just say so? Why did you have to claim that what I made was unpresentable?"
"If I had directly reminded you, what would you have done?"
Gu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, then reflexively replied, "Of course I'd tell the truth to my grandma."
At this, he gave her a look that clearly said, "I knew you'd say that," and then countered with, "And do you think she would believe only your side of the story?"
"Aren't the buns still there? Just test them, and we'd know, wouldn't we?"
