Qi Jing reached out beside me and handed me a piece of cake.

"You rejected him." He stated, with a hint of joy in his tone, "Why did you reject him?"

I raised the small cake, took a bite, and casually said, "What, does the young master want to confess his feelings too?"

The surroundings fell silent for nearly half a minute.

The people secretly observing us remained quiet as well.

He took a deep breath, "Xie Fan, I..."

I interrupted him, "'Where do you think I would like you, don't be presumptuous'?"

He looked stunned, his face turning ugly.

"Does the young master have anything else to say?"

It took him a long time to finish that half sentence.

As for whether it was what he originally wanted to say, no one knew.

"I have a name, can you stop calling me young master in a sarcastic manner all the time?"

"...Oh."