Zhu Qianying, thinking about those two scarves in her heart, didn't want to upset him, so she obediently turned around and sat down beside him.
Young Master Yan let her sit down, but didn't speak, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating his noodles with gusto, it seemed he just wanted someone to keep him company.
He didn't speak, Zhu Qianying didn't mind, because she was considering how to ask Young Master Yan for those two scarves.
Finally when he finished eating, Zhu Qianying opened the drawer under the coffee table, and as she expected, saw a stack of packaged wet wipes inside.
She kindly took out two packets, tore them open, and gleefully handed them to him.
"Young Master Yan, can I ask you for a gift?"
Young Master Yan took the wipe without any reluctance, leisurely wiping his mouth, he quizzically looked at her, "What gift?" He asked, and then he looked away, lowered his eyes, reaching for another wipe he began to meticulously clean his palms.
