"Oh, right, I almost forgot," Wang Hong said beside me, "Xiaoyu, how did you get so good at making birthday cakes? The one you made is the best I've ever tasted, not too sweet, not greasy, just perfect."
Ran Yu chuckled sheepishly, "I'm glad you like it."
Li Ji looked at Ran Yu, opened his mouth to say something more when suddenly a phone ringtone interrupted.
"I need to step out and take a call." Ran Yu hurriedly grabbed her phone and left the classroom.
The call was from Gong Mu, and as soon as she answered, she heard a wail on the other end, "Wife, help! Wife..."
Ran Yu felt a tingling on her scalp, "Assistant Gong, what's wrong with you?"
