Yi Luowa pouted and looked at Raindrop. "Sis, what are we even supposed to talk about? The thing he's talked to most about these past few days is Xi ichen and Bai Bowen."
Raindrop touched the little bear-shaped hair clip on Yi Luowa's head and chuckled. "He hasn't ntioned anything else? That hair clip you're wearing—he gave it to you, didn't he? And that redwood box on the coffee table—he treasures the things inside. At first, Ai Ni and I could sneak a few of them out to use, but later, we couldn't even find them anywhere."
"I've analyzed this already. He's still hung up about that car crash from when he was a kid. After he found and gave the hair clip, it probably satisfied so lingering thought. Nothing more to it." Yi Luowa finished speaking and playfully puckered her lips as if to fake a kiss for Duoduo.
Duoduo giggled and grabbed her soft, pink lips all at once.
"Duoduo! Don't scratch your auntie's face!" Raindrop cried out in alarm and quickly scooped Duoduo up.
Duoduo stared innocently at his mom.
"You little rascal! Always so quick to claw at other people's faces!" Raindrop said, pretending to scold him.
"Sis, don't bla him," Yi Luowa stood up and reached out to hold Duoduo.
"Let's stop fussing over him. Let his dad take him out to play," Raindrop left the room sowhat irritated. "You stay here—I'll be right back."
Yi Luowa hesitated, feeling a bit uneasy as she replied softly. Deep down, she felt like she was a bother to them. What kind of family was this? She was just an ordinary civilian—why was she dragging their energy into her affairs?
Raindrop had only been gone for a short while when footsteps sounded at the door.
"Sis..." Yi Luowa turned her head apologetically and saw Tong Airui walking in. She quickly turned her face away. "Master, did you need for sothing?"
Tong Airui no longer saw the amazed expression Yi Luowa had displayed in the morning. Now, it was evident she was deliberately avoiding him!
Tong Airui entered with a good-natured smile. "If—and I an if—I said sothing wrong, I take it back."
Yi Luowa rolled a massive ntal eye. These two brothers—seriously, were they born from the sa mother? Even the way they spoke sounded identical!
"There's no such thing as a master apologizing to a servant. You just tell what you need to do," Yi Luowa said without turning her head.
Tong Airui picked up a teacup and walked over to her. "Drink so water."
Yi Luowa realized she was genuinely thirsty and took the cup, downing it in one gulp.
"Want more?" Tong Airui softened his tone as much as he could.
Yi Luowa raised her eyes and glanced at him. "No, I need to save so room to eat your family's food later."
Tong Airui raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Is there anything you particularly like to eat? I'll have the kitchen make it. This is an order—you need to na at least two dishes."
"I'm not your subordinate!" Yi Luowa huffed and turned her head away in frustration.
"But you are my servant!" Tong Airui's voice grew colder.
Within 0.3 seconds, Yi Luowa transford into the image of what a servant should be—ek and obedient. "Lobster, vinegar-skewered shredded potatoes," she replied with lowered eyes.
Tong Airui was so exasperated he laughed. This cheeky little girl—so full of attitude and yet she chose just those two dishes. Tong Airui pulled out his phone and dialed Yuan Hang. "At lunch, I want to see lobster and vinegar-skewered shredded potatoes on the table."
Without waiting for Yuan Hang's response, Tong Airui abruptly hung up the phone and tilted his head to look at the not-so-submissive submissive little maid. "People say a woman's face is like June weather—changes on a whim. When you arrived this morning, you were fine. What's up with you now?"
Yi Luowa pursed her lips and replied, "Your face is what changes like June weather!"
"Project deadline extended by seven days!" Tong Airui snapped coldly.
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