Shen Yanhe prodded the cake and paused, lifting her head to look in the direction of the commotion.
Not far from her, Song Shiwei was being protectively cradled in Qi Yunqian's arms, her skirt stained with cream from the ruined pastry that lay in pieces on the ground at her feet.
Fu Yu stood in front of the two, holding an empty paper plate that had once carried the cake, her beautiful face full of panic, but a flash of jealousy quickly passed through her eyes.
If Shen Yanhe hadn't been quietly observing the subtle changes in her expression, she might not have noticed that flicker of jealousy at all.
It was obvious.
Fu Yu was targeting Song Shiwei.
Qi Yunqian loosely wrapped his arm around Song Shiwei's waist, looking at Fu Yu with displeasure, his words carrying a hint of blame, "Can't you be more careful?"
Fu Yu's hand clutching the paper plate suddenly tightened, and she struggled to display a semblance of apology, "I'm sorry, Yunqian brother, it was my carelessness."
