Bai Yusheng also greeted her. "I just asked someone to bring out the pastries from the kitchen. They're still hot, and they're all your favorite. Come and have a taste."
Qiao Mianmian took Mo Yesi's arm and sat down opposite them.
There were five to six plates of pastries on the white coffee table. The plates looked very exquisite, and the pastries were indeed all her favorites.
She picked up a pastry from the nearest plate and took a small bite. Then, she looked up and smiled. "Mmm, it's pretty good."
"We're going to eat dinner soon, don't eat too much," reminded Bai Yusheng, afraid that she would be greedy.
Qiao Mianmian nodded and took another bite. After a while, after still not seeing the person she was curious about, she asked, "Brother, where's my future sister-in-law? Why don't I see her?"
