Zhao Lianmai felt that she was thinking too much again.
However.
A scumbag is still better than a piece of trash.
Well, anyway, she should just quietly be a good little employee.
While eating an egg tart, Zhao Lianmai's wheat-colored skin looked somewhat lonely under the night sky, yet she resembled an unbending wheat stalk, smiling beautifully as the night breeze touched her face.
...
Zhu Yulan knocked on the door.
After a while, the door clicked open.
"Sorry to disturb, I couldn't think of what gift to bring, so I just bought some…"
She thought the person opening the door would be either Xu Musen or An Nuannuan, and she needed to be polite either way.
But unexpectedly, the door was opened by Yao Mingyue.
At this moment, Yao Mingyue's lips curled into an arc, looking interestedly at Zhu Yulan, who was still somewhat formal and reserved.
"KFC, huh? Good taste there."
"You… why is it you?"
