Yang Yuran blinked in surprise, a question slipping to the tip of her tongue before she swallowed it back down. She decided it was better to finish eating before talking; there was no need to start the day with swords drawn.
She had to admit that Qin Muyu's cooking skills surpassed Mrs. Yang's. The sandwich with a bit of sweet and spicy sauce really tantalized the taste buds.
After satisfyingly finishing her meal, she reached out for the car keys, only for Qin Muyu to grab them first.
As his starry eyes met her puzzled gaze, Qin Muyu said with contentment, "I always feel bad having you take me around, so I should take you instead."
Just as Yang Yuran began to feel pleased with herself, she reached the door and then sensed a trap in his words.
She stopped in her tracks and tugged on the hem of Qin Muyu's clothes.
When he turned around, she asked coldly, "What do you mean you'll take me? Every day from now on?"
