Xiao Xiao would inherit the teahouse someday, too.
He'd gone to Yan University, only to end up running a teahouse?
Fang Dong couldn't understand what Xiao Xiao was thinking.
If Xiao Xiao's teahouse were a chain with lots of branches, that would be one thing.
But Fang Dong had heard that the Xiao family only had one teahouse.
It was supposedly an old, established teahouse.
It had been passed down for generations.
Fang Dong didn't think much of it.
After all those generations, they still only had one teahouse.
It seemed the Xiao family's descendants didn't have much of a head for business.
Still, a teahouse was a piece of real estate, at least.
And he'd heard it was in a good location.
So it was worth something.
"You've worked hard."
Fang Dong tugged at the corner of his mouth, managing an unnatural smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"You're buying so many cakes. Why did they send you to run this errand alone?"
"Your friend sure is something."
"Yeah."
The girl nodded.
The cakes weren't heavy.
The problem was that once each cake was packed into its own box, they'd take up a lot of space.
Was this guy planning to carry all the cakes home by himself?
Wouldn't it have been better to bring someone along to help?
Xiao Xiao raised an eyebrow.
The girl really was looking out for him.
But Fang Dong—why did he sound so sarcastic?
Had he and Fang Dong fallen out before?
He clearly remembered that he'd barely interacted with Fang Dong one-on-one.
Xiao Xiao smiled faintly.
"I can manage on my own."
"Oh, okay."
Fang Dong nodded perfunctorily.
What else could Xiao Xiao say?
That he couldn't manage on his own?
That wouldn't help.
Unless he called