Landon Brooke handed the cup to her and said indifferently—
"They went, I didn't go, I went to Principal Cyrus's office. Go cook something."
As he explained, Tiana Williams's eyes flickered, wanting to ask something but then suddenly remembering some confidential work, she had to let it go, yet looking at his irritating demeanor, she said displeased:
"So you knew to ask me to cook at this time? Double standards! I'm not too keen on cooking…"
Landon Brooke looked at her like that, a mysterious glimmer gathered in his unfathomable black pupils, and he said in a deep voice:
"Really not going to cook?"
Hearing his tone, Tiana Williams glanced at him and faced his gaze, her eyes twinkling, said, "Unless, that car you…"
"Fine, your senior will buy it for you, go cook. You really are a tight-fisted miser."
Indeed, she was willing to spend elsewhere.
At that, Tiana Williams's expression finally eased, "That's more like it! You help me water the plants, and I'll go cook."
