"What are you preparing?"
Engrossed in what she was doing, Gu Qianqian didn't realize someone had suddenly appeared behind her. Therefore, when Lu Zhanbei's voice, deep as a cello, unexpectedly sounded behind her, she couldn't react immediately and seriously replied, "Oh! The little bunny buns I made by hand..."
"Is anyone going to eat those at a birthday banquet like this?"
"Of course, I..."
She wanted to say that her father had specifically instructed her to make them, but just as she was about to say it, Gu Qianqian suddenly realized something, and as she sharply turned around, her entire beautiful face turned pale: "Lu... Zhanbei..."
Still that familiar tone, and still that startled look...
The name Lu Zhanbei, for Gu Qianqian, was a habit, but to Lu Zhanbei, it was like an obsession.
Once, because of her departure, there was a long period when Lu Zhanbei couldn't stand hearing those three words, which would set him off into a rage or even overturn tables.
