Li Xiaoxiao pursed her lips nonchalantly. She had never seen someone so delicate; even eating required washing hands, and she had a maid by her side, putting on such airs?
"Is Sister Xiaoxiao working in the kitchen?" Ah Yun asked with a smile.
"Yes."
"I'm Miss Ji's assistant, my name is Ah Yun." As Ah Yun spoke, she suddenly looked out the window. Her movement was so sudden that Li Xiaoxiao instinctively followed her gaze. In that split second, the silver needle in Ah Yun's fingertips glimmered, piercing into the pastry. As Li Xiaoxiao turned her head, Ah Yun withdrew her hand without a trace and shook her head, saying, "I thought it was an airplane, but I was mistaken."
Li Xiaoxiao frowned, making a fuss even about an airplane; she truly was someone from a small place.
Yun Ya came over after washing her hands, and Ah Yun handed her a handkerchief, discreetly giving her a look.
