Last night, Fang Xinxin nearly died in Bai Qinghao's arms.
However, since they had just collected their marriage certificate, she decided to let him have his way.
"Cousin, Miss Fang, come and have breakfast." Bai Jingrou brought three plates of steaks out from the kitchen. There was also milk and bread prepared on the table. "I prepared breakfast myself. Come and have a taste."
She smiled kindly.
Fang Xinxin did not dare to eat Bai Jingrou's food. She was worried that it was poisoned. Even if it was not poisoned, she wouldn't eat anything made by her.
Bai Qinghao frowned and instructed the staff. "Take it all away!"
"Understood." The helpers waiting by the side rushed to remove the dishes from the dining table.
