Mu Qinghan looked, and couldn't help but glance at his little granddaughter twice, with even more pity and love in his eyes.
"You even made a cake?"
Mu Tiantian nodded, and sure enough, noticed with the corner of her eye that Bai Chenyao's expression was very cold.
Alright then, Bai Chenyao really didn't want her cake to be brought to the Mu Family, she used to think she was overthinking it, but now it seems true.
Mu Tiantian awkwardly smiled, looked towards Mrs. Han at the kitchen door, and smiled with a nod.
"Mrs. Han, bring the cake over!"
After speaking, she looked at Mu Qinghan and explained awkwardly.
"I originally planned to make a three-layer cake, but this is my first time making one, and I failed twice, so I just ended up making an eight-inch one, enough to mean something special for the family!"
Hearing this, Mu Qinghan, who is usually very serious, couldn't help but chuckle at his little granddaughter's awkward yet casual expression.
