Liu Qingfeng wants to invite her to dinner?
What are this couple scheming?
Punch with one hand and offer a sweet date with the other?
After they agreed on the time, Shen You'an pushed the matter to the back of her mind.
For the past two days, Gao Yuyue had been tirelessly picking Shen You'an up and dropping her off at school. Shen You'an felt that ensuring her safety was secondary—this girl definitely had her own motives.
"An'an, your aunt's osmanthus cake is so delicious, and the soy milk is fragrant too."
Gao Yuyue typically didn't have breakfast, but the breakfast Shen You'an brought her was somehow magical—she ate every bit of it. It tasted so much better than what the family chefs made. The flavor was unforgettable, though Gao Yuyue couldn't quite put it into words; she just liked it.
"Can I come by your house for dinner tonight?"
Shen You'an shook her head, plugged in her headphones, and started her unwavering English broadcast routine.
