After Chu Zhiyi finished dinner and went upstairs to grab her bag, Yan Jingting said to Rong Yue, "Mom, don't prepare sweets for Zhizhi anymore."
Rong Yue was surprised, "What happened, doesn't she like these desserts?"
"Zhizhi doesn't like sweets," Yan Jingting said impassively, "When elders offer, she can't refuse due to shyness."
"This kid, we're all family, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," Rong Yue nodded, then said, "I understand, I won't prepare sweets for her anymore. But maybe we can try some other snacks."
"Thank you, Mom."
"It's not easy for you to get married. Since she's willing to marry you, naturally you have to treat her well. Don't bully the girl," Rong Yue patted his shoulder, "Ah Ting, you're six years older than her."
Yan Jingting: "..."
Six years isn't that much older.
...
Chu Zhiyi was dropped off at the TV station by Yan Jingting.