Hearing the veiled threat in Harry's words, Margaret immediately changed her expression, a flash of panicked shame appearing in her eyes as she quickly backtracked, "You little brat, really~ Auntie wasn't keeping you from eating because she didn't want to, but because there's nothing prepared at home, afraid you wouldn't have a good meal~ Since you want to eat, Auntie will personally go prepare something for you right now!"
"Then thank you, Auntie!" Harry curled his lips into a wicked smile, deliberately acting affectionate as he grabbed Margaret's arm to express his gratitude.
"Childhood embarrassments? What embarrassments? Cousin, tell me about it!" The girl, intrigued by Harry's words, immediately asked him curiously.
"That's not something I can tell you!" Harry replied mysteriously, boldly grabbing the girl's hand and asking, "Cousin, I still don't know your name?"
Ivy's delicate, slender hand was soft, smooth, and warm as jade. Just holding it filled Harry with satisfaction.
