Bab 421: A Blank Cheque?

"Where is she? Where did that little demon run off to?!" Yang Yulong's aggravated voice rang down the hallway as he stormed towards the dressing room with empty plates that had smudges of icing.

Yang Wenxu didn't take the threatening tone lightly as his face darkened, similar to his father. Despite his constant chiding towards Yang Rina, he was too overprotective to let anything harmful touch her. 

"What did she do this time?" Zhao Lifei spoke up, chuckling when she saw it was more than just one plate. Two plates were stacked on top of each other, balanced on both hands.

"That, that glutton! She ate all of the small slices of cake reserved for me. Look at this!" Yang Yulong huffed, "Not even a speck of cake is left!" He tried to shove the plate into Zhao Lifei's face but was met by an army of angry women that fussed about dirtying her hands or dress.