Gu Nuo'er immediately sat up straight.
Her porcelain-like face and watery eyes were filled with surprise.
"Mother?"
Noble Consort Qiao dragged the small stool and moved to their table.
When Gu Yihan saw this, he quickly brought his stool and sat on the other side.
There was a narrow square table surrounded by their family of four.
Gu Yihan lowered his voice. "Father came, but you didn't see me?"
Gu Nuo'er's long eyelashes fluttered and her fair face was filled with innocence. "Father, Mother, why are the two of you here?!"
Noble Consort Qiao smiled under her hood, her red lips fluttering. "You child, I asked you to bring Mother here to take a look, but you ran away by yourself.
"Our Nuo'er is so outstanding that she can even hold a poetry gathering after opening a sweet shop. Of course Mother has to come and take a look at such an interesting thing."
Gu Nuo'er looked at Gu Yihan.
"Then why is Father also…"