C221 The Third Young Master Was like a Young Master Who Had Ruined the Place

At 1: 30, Yan Wanwan started making breakfast. No, lunch.

The kitchen had already been cleaned up by the maids. What happened here last night seemed like a dream.

Wanwan did not know whether to laugh or cry. She was embarrassed and embarrassed.

What she did not know whether to laugh or cry was that the honorable man, who could not differentiate flour and licorice powder