Not What Was Expected

Yun Xiangxiang was nervous, scared, but she was also excited. But Song Mian pushed her away.

She looked unfocused, but she quickly picked up the sound of footsteps. She immediately covered herself with the towel and lowered her head, pretending to be eating.

"Young master. The car is ready," Song Yao said respectfully. He was standing around seven or eight steps away from them.

"Noted," Song Mian was eating his breakfast seriously. Only Yun Xiangxiang, who was close to him, could hear the dullness in his voice.

With that romantic air ruined, Yun Xiangxiang felt a little awkward. She finished her breakfast silently before immediately going to the bathroom to change.

When she was done, Yun Xiangxiang saw Song Mian in greige casual pants, and a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up. The two topmost buttons were unbuttoned. He was standing in front of a car.