"Dad, didn't you want me to take her to check out our branch? Nothing happened. It's about time now. If I don't bring her over, should I just keep her here?"
His foolish son blinked, still not understanding what his father meant. Pfft~ This time, his father was about to cough up blood from anger. This son was just too dumb.
Turns out all the effort his father put in was for nothing.
10 PM—
On the streets of Zhonghai, the weather was already gloomy and overcast.
It seemed like the precursor to a torrential downpour.
Liu Tangtang hurriedly picked up a box containing a delicate fruit salad cake she had made herself from a cake shop.
This was the cake Liu Tangtang had learned to make this afternoon at an authentic French pastry shop in the West District of Zhonghai, just for Lin Zifeng.
Although it was her first time making a cake, for the adorable uncle in her heart, the simple Tangtang was willing to do anything for Lin Zifeng.
