Duan Yunfei glanced at him lightly, "Shut up."
"You really are..."
Le Zhao gave him a sideways glance, lifted the curtain again, and started chatting casually with Situ Nan.
Shen Qinglan lowered her gaze slightly, smiled, took the teapot off the small stove, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Duan Yunfei, saying, "Have a cup of tea."
"Yes, yes," Le Zhao said, "Have a cup of tea to wash away that jealousy."
"Shut up, will you!" Xuan Ying suddenly lifted the car curtain and said grumpily, "I think soon, no one will be able to save him; it's not Situ Young Master, but rather you."
Le Zhao looked at him and smiled, "Fine, I'll shut up."
Xuan Ying snorted coldly, and only then did he lower the curtain.
Duan Yunfei took the tea from Shen Qinglan's hand, downed it in one gulp, and then asked her, "Did you eat the flatbread?"
"Not yet." Shen Qinglan took out the flatbread wrapped in wax paper, "Do you want some?"
