Yeh Luo immediately looked at He Chen with a wronged expression, but he did not even spare her a glance.
In the past two years, apart from the first time he had looked at her in surprise, he had never looked at her in the eye and had always ignored her.
If that was all, she would have accepted it. However, He Miao had suddenly appeared and easily stole all his gaze and gentleness. How could she accept this!
Yeh Luo bit her lower lip so hard so that she would not shed a single tear. She raised her head arrogantly and looked at He Miao, her eyes full of provocation. "Uncle He, I'll take my leave first. Oh, I'll come to you again tonight and let you try the fragrance from the flowers I made myself."
After she finished speaking, she did not expect He Chen to react to her words and walked out of the venue in despair.
He Miao put down her cup awkwardly and looked in the direction that Yeh Luo had left. "Is that lady Uncle He's daughter?"