Even though they didn't understand Bai Xiaochen's meaning, they still stopped their actions and stood outside the door, their warning gazes coldly locking onto ning Yue.
"Yue 'er, what are you doing here? You've bought the osmanthus cake so early?"
Just as ning Yue was puzzled, an indifferent voice came from behind her, making her face turn pale.
Her eyes flickered and she bit her lip. Tears fell and she turned her head pitifully, her delicate face full of grievances.
aunt ning, I'm sorry, Zhenzhen. I was slacking off just now and didn't go to East Street. Instead, I bought a box of Osmanthus cakes at the side, which angered little brother Chen 'er. That's why he's so angry.
ning yue's brows furrowed slightly. she looked at the overturned table and then at the tear-stained ning yue, and a hint of displeasure appeared between her brows.
