Nan Jiaojiao wouldn't indulge them. Whoever wants to show this kind of hospitality should do it themselves. Anyway, she has a great relationship with her grandma.
Who can't afford a whole box of pastries, anyway?
"Jiaojiao?"
Song Yuan was puzzled. Nan Jiaojiao had already got into the car without sparing another word, driving out of the parking space, purposely avoiding the nanny car parked sideways in the middle of the road, taking a detour from the other side.
She couldn't maintain her composure anymore. Her hands squeezed tightly on the two ribbons of the pastry box, watching Nan Jiaojiao's car drive farther away, her thin lips pressed firmly together.
Sister Lai immediately started cursing, "Who does she think she is? Why are you spoiling her like this? She doesn't even want the pastry, it's like a slap to your face, and you can put up with this!"
