"Shen Mingzhu doesn't like pastries," Xiao Yi said tentatively, weighing his words with care.
As he spoke, he kept a close watch on Shen Jiaojiao’s expression. Sure enough, her brows shot up, her eyes widened, and she planted her hands on her hips. "I said she likes them, so she likes them! Do you know her better, or do I?!"
Xiao Yi shrank back, not daring to talk back. Yet, in his mind, he recalled that when he had brought her pastries just two days ago, Shen Mingzhu had told him personally that she didn't care for them.
Chapter 19