The 0819 skylark, Shen Mochen had never heard of before. It was probably something Liu Chaoyan made up on the spot, but Han Muxue's singing was indeed very pleasant.
"What kind of reward is this?" Shen Mochen was stunned.
"You really want a reward, huh..." Liu Chaoyan's face displayed a hint of playfulness, "Greedy naughty child."
"It's not that I really want it; just curious..."
"Alright, since you're asking for it, just say, 'Master, please grant me a reward' like that."
"Isn't that a bit too..."
"Then forget it. I was just considering giving my cute servant a bit of his favorite reward!"
"Master, please grant me a reward..."
Shen Mochen was surprised at his own lack of principle. Although he had often begged for help when he was young, sometimes even pretending to be disabled to beg, he hadn't said anything like that since he grew up.
Perhaps one cares more about what one lacks; the experiences of his youth had led to a very strong sense of self-respect as an adult.
