"Stylist"

[Yaya, why are they here– ] 

[They want to ask you to eat together, quack! I'm sure, quack!] Yaya nodded his head energetically as he looked at the silver car parked across the café. 

[Again??] Lai Jiayi just spoke in her mind when Zhao Yun dashed toward her. 

"Miss!" He immediately tip-toe and hugged her as usual. One could see a big smile on his face. 

"A-ah, Zhao Yun." Lai Jiayi laughed stiffly and patted the boy's head. 

'I got a heart attack!' 

"Miss, miss, have you eaten?" Zhao Yun suddenly asked while releasing Lai Jiayi's waist. 

Now he could finally see Lai Jiayi in full view. His body stiffened for a second. 

'Eh, that clothes...look similar to my uncle's clothes.' Zhao Yun squinted. 

'Is this the clothes I secretly pick for her?' The boy looked up at Lai Jiayi with dark eyes. 

'But I didn't think uncle and miss would wear similar clothes in a day! This– can't happen.'