Uncle Zhang quickly ordered the servants to hurry up. Miss Song was so attentive, he definitely couldn't let her down.
Moreover, this was the second time someone had celebrated the Master's birthday since the Old Madam passed away.
Tang Xinrou pushed Song Yaoyao. "Leave this to us. Yaoyao, think of something. Can you stall Mr. Huo? It'll only take half an hour!"
Song Yaoyao became nervous, her heart thumping wildly. She licked her lips, her mouth dry. "I, what should I do..."
"Aiya, are you stupid?! Ask yourself this question!"
Song Yaoyao wanted to cry, but no tears came out. She pursed her lips. "But I-I'm nervous! If Gege hears it in my voice, he'll definitely suspect me!"
When Tang Xinrou heard her voice change, she helplessly rolled her eyes.
"Precious, I didn't expect you to be so cowardly."
Faced with her best friend's ridicule, Song Yaoyao gripped her phone so anxiously that she almost began to sweat.
