Tong Yao remained silent, directing Si Xiaohui to unload the things. He Fang stood awkwardly to the side, wanting to help but unsure where to start, relegated to the level of bystander.
From brewing the milk tea to packaging it, Tong Yao and Si Xiaohui worked smoothly together, leaving He Fang sidelined and ignored. Lost and unsure of what to do, this situation was not as she had anticipated. She was expecting Tong Yao to arrive late and vent out her anger by saying some harsh words, giving her a chance to voice her displeasure.
But the tables turned now; she was the one caught off guard instead.
He Fang started questioning whether Tong Yao had somehow caught on to her plans. Indecision twisted her face as though tied with hemp rope. Finally, unable to contain herself, she forced a strained smile and pulled Tong Yao aside.
"Girl, come here for a moment, I have something to discuss with you."