She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Yan Manshu." Yan Zhan did not want to introduce more because he knew Manshu's identity and it should be revealed by the teacher himself, which would have a deterrent effect.

As the young disciple of Master Zhu, this title is not something that an ordinary rich girl can achieve.

Even though she came from a poor family, no one dared to slander her in front of her.

What's more, she might very well be the real daughter of the Yan family who was taken away by mistake.

"His surname is also Yan. Could he be a relative of Mr. Yan?"

The reason why she didn't say she was Miss Yan was because Miss Cao knew that the girl from the Yan family was called Yan Siyu, and she didn't look like this.

With Mr. Yan's personality, it doesn't seem like he would take care of a girl from his relative's family.

Yan Zhan knew that Miss Cao had misunderstood, but he did not explain.

In his opinion, isn’t Manshu’s surname Yan?

She would soon really be his relative, a niece at that.

Thinking of this, a hint of sadness appeared between Yan Zhan's brows.

Miss Cao learned treasure appraisal from her grandfather and has excellent observation skills.

She noticed Yan Zhan's displeasure and thought that he was unhappy that he brought a burden to attend Mr. Zhu's birthday party.

is not that right?

Not only did he bring her over, but he also had to condescend to peel sugar-roasted chestnuts for her.

Miss Cao, who worships Master Yan San as a god, thinks this is simply an insult to him.

"Hello, Miss Yan. Mr. Yan is Mr. Zhu's apprentice. He will have to entertain many guests later. Why don't I..." Miss Cao stopped talking halfway.

She glanced at her delicate nails and changed the subject: "Why don't we let my brother peel the sugar-roasted chestnuts for us? This kid can't sit still, so he'll be useful at a critical moment."

"You look about twenty, right? My brother is also twenty this year, so you two should have something in common."

Manshu: "Thank you Miss Cao, and Master Cao, I am seventeen."

Seventeen?

Miss Cao's expression changed slightly, but only for a moment.

She began to think positively.

She is only seventeen years old. Mr. Yan will definitely look down on a little girl who hasn't even fully grown her hair. She is nothing to be afraid of.

So, her smile became three times more sincere: "So you're only seventeen. So what do you call Mr. Yan? Brother or uncle?"

Although she had never heard of any other relatives of the Yan family, which family didn't have a few distant relatives?

"Uncle." Manshu glanced at Yan Zhan and noticed that he was a little unhappy.

What is uncle...right?

However, at this time, Miss Cao's attention was half attracted by Yan Zhan, and she really didn't take her words to heart.

"He's not much younger than my brother." Miss Cao looked at her brother and said, "Why don't you come and help peel the sugar-roasted chestnuts?"

This was bought by Yan Zhan himself, and she will eat more later.

Fortunately, the sugar-roasted chestnuts can be peeled and put into the mouth without staining her lipstick.

If Yan Zhan bought some sugarcane, she would not dare to chew it in front of others.

Young Master Cao touched his nose. He didn't expect that the fire would burn him.

But when he looked at Manshu carefully, he found that this little girl was really pretty.

Master Cao smiled and said, "It is my honor to serve you two beauties."

He tried to take the bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts from Manshu, but a hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and held down the paper bag.

Young Master Cao looked up in surprise, and Miss Cao also looked at Yan Zhan in astonishment.

What is he doing?

Don’t let people eat it?

"This is for her. If you want to eat it, go out and buy some."

Yan Zhan's voice was cold, and he showed no mercy to such a beautiful woman like Miss Cao.

The brother and sister felt as if they were poured a basin of cold water, and they were chilled to the bone.