She wanted to turn around and run again, but this cart was hard to maneuver.
There were quite a few people nearby. She forced a distant, somewhat distorted smile.
Cheng Anya found her increasingly endearing. "Feimo really likes kiwi fruit. Aren't you going to buy some?"
She looked at Wen Nuan's cart, which was truly impressive. Could such a small girl carry so much? Back when she was a young woman, Young Master Ye was always the one carrying things. When had he ever let her carry anything?
Wen Nuan oh-ed and reached for a bag to pick out kiwi fruit, then suddenly paused. Wasn't this a self-admission? She had been thinking that if Cheng Anya asked if she was living with Ye Feimo, she would vehemently deny it. But one sentence from Cheng Anya had already exposed her.
Wen Nuan teared up even more.
Cheng Anya chuckled softly. Wen Nuan gave a ninety-degree bow and politely greeted, "Hello, Madam Ye."
