Oh?
Yue Wuxia raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued, and asked, "Hurry up, whose unlucky kid is it?"
Miss Chen still looked displeased. "Surname Chen."
"Hahaha... You're killing me, they have the same surname as you!" Yue Wuxia laughed freely, her eyes shining. "And then? What happened then?" She was eager.
"Her name is Chen Shixian." Miss Chen gritted her teeth.
"Hahahahaha... Turns out it's Chen Shi... Oh..." Yue Wuxia's laughter abruptly halts, her gaze lowers, perhaps out of guilt, she subconsciously picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Chen Shixian.
Steam billowed, the bittersweet aroma lingered in the air for a long time.
The scene was quiet, the atmosphere felt heavy, and no one spoke further.
Miss Chen groaned, picked up the tea and drank it all.
