Zhang Ma was slightly surprised, but quickly smiled with relief, "Then you go ahead and deliver it. Be careful not to scald yourself."
This little task was something Xiang Wan could handle well, though the people around her thought she was so pampered that she couldn't do anything.
Since she couldn't knock on the door with the tray in her hands, Xiang Wan kicked the door lightly with her toe, "Could you open the door? My hands are full..."
Before she could finish speaking, the sound of the door handle turning was heard, and the door was pulled open from the inside. Zuo Xingyun stood in front of it, dressed in a pure white knitted homewear, his tall figure blocking most of the light, towering over her by more than a head.
Seeing the tray in her hands, Zuo Xingyun reached out to take it, "Why are you the one delivering this?"
Without thinking, Xiang Wan blurted out, "What, afraid I'll poison it?"
