"I'm fine, it's not that exaggerated. Just feeling unwell and took a fall down some stairs, even threw out my back, can't even pretend to be young anymore."
Yinian pursed her lips slightly, retrieved her hand, and casually speared a small pastry with her fork.
"Are you implying that I'm old? I'm more than three years older than you," Yuan Yaying gave her a look.
"Do you think you're still young?" Xia Yinian looked at her, slightly frowning.
"Xia Yinian!" Yuan Yaying glared at her, "Of course, I'm still young."
"Nian Nian." A soft voice interrupted the conversation between the two.
Xia Yinian and Yuan Yaying both turned to look at the person who had called her.
The caller was Yu Wanqing, but compared to Yu Wanqing, Gu Beicheng could always more easily capture people's attention.
"Uncle," Xia Yinian called softly, then lowered her head to look at the food on the table.
She had had quite an appetite, but seeing these two, somehow, the pastries just didn't seem tempting anymore.
