Ye Qianqian was unwinding the scarf around her neck when she heard what her dad said. She mischievously stuck her tongue out, then asked, "How did you guess?"
"Hmph! I'm your dad."
Although his tone was brusque, he came forward to help her with her things. "Have some tea," he said. "It was just brewed."
He held Ye Qianqian's hand for a while, then frowned with concern. "Hey, your hands are cold. Why aren't you wearing more layers?"
"I'm already wearing so many! Look how round I look." Ye Qianqian spread her arms wide to prove her point. She was indeed bundled up.
With his brows furrowed, Ye Zhenhua handed her a cup of tea. "Drink it. It's warm."
Ye Qianqian took it from him and finished it all in one go. "Wow! It's really good!"
She turned around to look at Shen Zhilie and picked up another cup. "Have some too!" she told him.
Shen Zhilie took the cup from her and downed it in one sitting. "It's good tea!" he exclaimed.
