Hearing these words, Su Muyao was taken aback.
She suspected she had heard incorrectly and felt the Yun family's way of expressing gratitude was rather unique.
Su Muyao naturally didn't overthink it, "No need, you don't have to work so hard. I don't normally eat snacks anyway."
Yun Qinglan listened to Su Muyao's words, his clear eyes dimming slightly.
She probably didn't understand what he meant.
But he wasn't good at expressing his true feelings and never knew how to convey them.
In recent days, his subordinates had bought some storybooks for him, he looked at them and finally learned a few methods.
When Su Muyao finished speaking and saw Yun Qinglan's eyes suddenly lose their brightness, with a sorrowful aura enveloping him, she wondered if she had said something hurtful.
Su Muyao hesitantly asked, "Are... are you feeling unwell?"
"Why don't you stop doing this, let me take over."
