Xiao Rou glanced at the pair of slippers by her feet—a light pink, fuzzy pair, the kind only a typical little girl would wear.
"Cheng Chen's?" Xiao Rou asked.
Zhou Qi didn't answer, and Xiao Rou didn't mind. In this place, with slippers this pink, other than being brought here when Zhou Chengchen came, there really wasn't any other possibility.
Over there, after handing out the milk tea and getting ready to come over and keep buttering people up, Ah Wai heard what Xiao Rou said and was just about to say something, when a cold look from Zhou Qi forced him to swallow the words back down.
Ah Wai rubbed his nose. Fine, he wasn't saying a word. No way was he going to say that Brother Qi had picked them out for someone especially.
"Xiao, the milk tea you made is way too good."
With her shoes changed, Xiao Rou walked into the living room—that was also the training room—and someone spoke up immediately.
Xiao Rou smiled slightly. "Thanks, I'm glad you all like it."
