Chu Yao immediately put down what she was eating and squinted with a smile, "Goodbye, brother."
Mo Tingshen didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand.
Once he left, Chu Yao's expression subdued, her eyes turning indifferent.
Nan Jiaojiao sensed something was off as soon as she walked in.
Just as she wanted to ask, Chu Yao pushed a box of exquisite cakes towards her, "Your sister's gift for you, eat up, baby."
Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and picked a slice of mille-feuille, tore open a slit in the package with her mouth, took out a spoon, and scooped up a mouthful of cream.
"From Cuiyun Pavilion? Isn't that only available in the neighboring city? They don't do takeout, you have to queue to buy it, how did you get it?"
Chu Yao's tail end of her eye twitched, "Really?"
