Before she could pull out the chair, a wrinkled hand gently pressed down on it.
Looking up, she saw Housekeeper Chen's amiable smile, who politely pointed to the seat next to Yan Yan: "Miss Yun, your seat is over there."
Yun Qiqi: "..."
The servant had already graciously pulled out a chair for her, looking at her eagerly, the same excitement as Wang Ma's sparkling in their eyes.
The servants in the villa didn't change often; most had known her from two years ago.
Back then, Yun Qiluo got along well with the servants, so of course they remembered her. When they heard she was back in the afternoon, they were all more excited than the next.
If she hadn't been in the study, where they couldn't go, they would have long been compelled to find her.
Yan Yan, sitting at the head of the table, curled his lips into a breathtakingly handsome smile, "Come over."
Yun Qiqi gave a light snort but went over, for the sake of the cake, and sat down beside him.
