He Xiyan still looked at Zhang Fan with great doubts, but after awhile showed an extremely awkward smile.
At this moment, besides embarrassment, she had no other expression.
"Possibly!" She sighed, with a touch of disappointment flashing through her eyes.
She held her bowl and had several mouthfuls of rice.
After Yang Jing and Zhang Fan left, she cleared up in the room alone, first washing dishes and then did some cleaning, busy for almost an hour.
The next morning, she went to a bakery.
"Miss, you want to order a cake?" The young shop assistant said with smiles and then took out a small brochure, where there were pictures of a variety of cakes.
Instead of taking over the brochure, He Xiyan smiled and said.
"I want to make a birthday cake in your bakery, is that okay?", asked He Xiyan.
She wanted to make something herself.
