"You, you...why are you here?"

She asked in a low voice because of nervousness.

Su Ye smiled: "Send you pigeon soup."

Leng Mian: "No, you go quickly."

A female voice came from inside the room: "An An, who is it?"

Su Ye replied loudly: "It's Su Ye! The cold-faced classmate is just, brave, smart and handsome, deskmate!"

Leng Mian covered her face in place.

"Geese, goose, goose..." Leng Mian's mother walked over with her apron and said, "Ah, you are the kid who is recording the show, right? Come in! An An, get your classmate a pair of slippers."

Su Ye changed his slippers and said, "Hello sister! Cold noodles, I don't know you have another sister?"

Leng Mian rolled her eyes and smiled.

Her mother laughed first: "Gegeese... You kid are really talking nonsense. I am An'an's mother. Call me Aunt Zhao."

Su Ye changed into slippers and closed the door and entered the house: "Aunt Zhao, are you too young? Are you twenty-five years old?"

Leng Mian: "Shut up!"

Aunt Zhao shook her head with a smile: "An An talks to her classmates, child, what did you take?"

Su Ye: "Pigeon soup, I stew it on the cold noodles with my own hands."

Aunt Zhao paused and slowly turned her head to look at her daughter.

Leng Mian stood against the wall, his eyes dodged and his cheeks flushed.

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Chapter completed!