A corner of the ice cream cake on the table was missing, revealing the cross-section of the cake as if it were a work of art. The pink ice cream and yellow cream were giving off an intoxicating fragrance, immediately making Irina's eyes light up.
"…" Mag was a little speechless. Irina had asked him many questions about Amy back in the cave, but who would've thought that she'd be more interested in the ice cream cake on the table than she was in Amy? Could it be that Amy had inherited her foodie gene from Irina?
"No, I was waiting for Father to come back and eat it with me." Amy shook her head before looking at Mag and Irina with a perplexed expression as she said, "Father, you said you had something important to do, but you came back with Big Sister Irina. Is seeing Big Sister Irina more important than eating cake with me?"
