Zhou Yun attended this commercial banquet alone.
She spent the entire afternoon fussing over her styling and outfit, so much so that Zhou Yun didn't dare eat anything. As soon as she went inside and smelled the milky aroma of the pastries, her appetite was immediately piqued.
Too hungry.
Zheng Xiaojue followed beside Zhou Yun. Seeing that as soon as Zhou Yun entered, her eyes wandered to the pastry table, she whispered, "Sister Xiao Yun, why don't we get you something to eat?"
Earlier before they left, Zheng Xiaojue had advised Zhou Yun to have a little something to tide her over.
But Zhou Yun was wearing this dress today that particularly accentuated her figure, and for the sake of beauty, she resolutely didn't eat a bite.
Now, tempted by Zheng Xiaojue, Zhou Yun took a deep breath but still firmly upheld her resolution, "No, I can't eat, absolutely can't eat."
"What can't you absolutely eat?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind them.
