"I'm sorry, Lady Yan, but I cannot agree to this,"
in the simple and bright café, Yun Shu said lightly, holding a cup of coffee.
Zhuang Xiyue doubted her own ears, looking incredulously at the woman opposite her, "Lady Yun, are you joking?"
Before she came, she had even planned how to organize the banquet, how many guests to invite, because in her imagination, the Yun Family would never reject such an opportunity.
If she wanted to take Yun Ya as her god-daughter, she could not bypass Yun Shen and Yun Shu. Although she was reluctant, she still arranged a meeting with Yun Shu to discuss it. To her surprise, as soon as she made the request, it was almost immediately refused with hardly any hesitation.
"Lady Yan, do I look like I'm joking?" Yun Shu's smile was light as a feather, the epitome of grace.
