Shi Yunshen was too poor, his money was simply not enough for her to spend. If she quit her job, she wouldn't have money to eat.
Thinking about this in her heart, however, Yun Qiqi still didn't plan to compromise so quickly.
The most important thing is...
"Where did you buy your cake?"
After eating the cake, the young girl elegantly wiped her small mouth and asked him in a soft, flat voice.
Seeing she finally took the initiative to talk to him, Yan Yan paused his eating.
To be accurate, he hadn't eaten much at all, focusing on watching her eat the whole time.
Hearing this, his lips slowly curved into a captivating arc, and he said, "You can't buy it, it's made by my family's pastry chef. Outside of this company, only my family gets to eat it. If you don't want to work here, you can come to my house to eat, you're always welcome."
