Master Nine's Panic

Yin Jiujin frowned when he heard Yin Wuzhan's words, and his expression clearly darkened.

Hearing Yan Jinyu's voice, he slowly suppressed his anger. He put down the teacup and walked towards Yan Jinyu. His gaze landed on the cake she was holding.

The cake was not big. Even with the cream on it, it was only 15 centimeters in diameter.

The fruits on the cake were very exquisite. Other than the fruits, the cake also had the tiny words "Happy 25th Brother Nine" on it that were written with chocolate.

Yin Jiujin's heart softened.

The young lady was really fast. He had only left the kitchen for less than 10 minutes, but she had already made the baked cake like this.

It was unknown how much she had trained herself to do things so quickly.

"Shall I hold it instead?"

"No, I'll hold it myself. Shall we go to the dining room?"

Yin Jiujin nodded.