The girl tilted her oilcloth umbrella, gazing at Yang Fei's handsome face, and shyly smiled.
"My name is Shui Rou, Miss Liu asked me to bring you food, you can just call me Arou."
After a busy night, Yang Fei was so hungry he felt like a bird in his mouth.
He sniffed the steaming food in the basket, and his spirits lifted, rubbing his hands in anticipation.
"Great, I'm just hungry, let's go, let's eat at our courtyard."
As he spoke, he took the basket from Shui Rou's hands, and the two of them walked forward together.
Shui Rou walked alongside Yang Fei, smelling his strong masculine scent, her face turned red, and she slowed down half a step.
"Mr. Yang Fei, you're a respectable person, I dare not walk with you, otherwise others will mock me."
Yang Fei chuckled: "Why so many concerns? Since we met, we're friends, and friends don't distinguish between high and low status."
