It was a sweet, childish voice with a playful tone.
Meng Fuyao immediately braked!
In that instant, she kept her dagger, relaxed her shoulders, suppressed her inner energy.
How precarious!
She almost revealed her abilities!
Taking a deep breath, Meng Fuyao turned around and looked at the "Doraemon" Noble Consort resignedly. With a frown, she sighed."Ah Guang, why didn't you notify the guards before entering. You are getting more and more lawless."
Tang Yiguang smiled innocently as her honest hand reached for the desserts on the table. "I'm craving for the walnuts here," she admitted.
Meng Fuyao sighed and pulled her over. From the drawer, she retrieved a box and handed it over to her. "The ones on the table are not fresh. Have this instead."
Tang Yiguang was happy as long as there was food. She took over the box with much glee. It was only then that she remembered to greet Meng Fuyao.
