"You're welcome." A smile appeared on Ye Qianning's round face as she asked curiously, "You can obviously tell what color it is, so why didn't you answer when they asked?"
Sang Zhi was silent.
Ye Qianning didn't mind his silence. She just smiled and added, "Iris suits you. It symbolizes splendor and good fortune."
Sang Zhi remained silent.
Seeing him still not speaking, Ye Qianning started to wonder if he had some kind of communication disorder. She scratched her head; the atmosphere had grown a little awkward.
'I'm really not good at getting along with children,' she thought. 'Especially a silent, mature-beyond-his-years child like him.'
"Pang... Pangtuan." Cui'er peeked her head out from behind a flowerbed.
Ye Qianning glanced over before turning her wide eyes back to Sang Zhi. Her face was the picture of innocence as she grinned and teased, "You're really handsome, you know."
